by Mac McGovern
She awoke,
he was passed away from her.
Wondering the halls,
searching rooms,
dirty,
unused,
cold and damp,
she looks for him.
Outside,
the grounds are vast,
courtyards,
where many elaborate events
echoed joyous laughter,
echo no more, further frustrate
her search.
She looks for him,
for forty years she conducts
this ritual,
refusing to accept what all
know.
Her mind sees only one vision,
she looks for him,
knows he has passed away from her,
knows he has not gone far,
and soon,
she awoke,
he lay next to her,
she looked no more.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Mac McGovern was born in Dubuque, Iowa and lived there most of his youth. Most of his adult life he served in the US Navy, retiring in 1995. In his years of service, he was fortunate to serve in a variety of assignments at sea, in Naval Hospitals, teaching, and recruiting Medical Professional in Columbus, Ohio and Pensacola, Florida., Currently, he is a retired executive with the largest home improvement company in the panhandle of Florida and is a licensed roofing contractor., Mac writes from the heart and is influenced somewhat by what he sees, feels, hears, and to a larger extent, what is gleamed from his mind’s eye. Today, Mac resides in Pensacola, Florida with the inspiration and love of his life, his wife Sandra.
Last updated January 17, 2012