Now That He Is Gone
I didn’t think I would miss him,
and I was right.
There are brown spots in the yard where
I scalped it with my lawnmower,
I don’t care, it’s just grass
and it grows to fast anyway.
He would have been sure to point
that out to me, if he’d hadn’t gone.
I’m glad his son took his old dog.
I can fix that hole in the fence now
that his dog won’t be coming
through it to beg scraps from me.
I sure won’t miss his bad haircut
and I’m glad I won’t have to laugh
at his poor, worn-out jokes --anymore
now that he’s gone.
I won’t have to show him
how to play dominoes, or work
on his beat-up car, or
fix his antique tiller before
we replant that garden in his back yard.
I will miss our tomatoes
now that he’s gone.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2008
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