The Sunday Whirl

Click here to read about the challenge

Happy Again

I thought about the role I’d played

as an energy surged right by

like a gust of wind on a rainy day

trying to stay unequivocally dry

I thought I’d send a card to her

in the fashion of a formal note

a photo of me in the Sunday choir

with a mask and a scarf and a coat

The storm itself went rolling by

as my letter did fall to the floor

I put my hands upon the counter

And stared through the blinds on the door

When all of a sudden I saw the light

of someone just driving by

It was my love and to my surprise

We both laughed then started to cry

We hugged and talked and hugged some more

and couldn’t part hands at all

I told her that I loved her so, so much

and how happy I was for her call.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

3 thoughts on “The Sunday Whirl

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.