One Night In Nebraska

  It has been too long since I have posted I am sorry for that, I have let my self neglect my writing as well as my blog here I do apologize I am trying to endeavor to post more though once College starts up in the fall I may end up neglecting my blog here again. 

This poem is about my Great Grand Father who my father never knew because he was killed in Nebraska when my grandfather  and great-uncle were kids. My great-uncle never got over it, which is, I guess, another story. I hope you enjoy this peice.

 One Night In Nebraska

My wiper slaps the water that pounds across my windshield,

I swipe a kerchief across the glass in front of me,

Beneath the neatly folded displays of knives

Lies the silhouette of a woman-

That reminded me of summer drives in the country,

Warmth spreads across my chest

And a sigh with a stab of emptiness,

The car seems colder, the back seat empty, drab.

I pull my drying coat tighter,

The smell of Della surrounds me,

I dream of warmth by the fire,

Gazing into brown eyes

Whose pools I cannot sound,

I press my foot a little closer to the floor,

I wrap my hands tighter around the wheel,

A sign flashes past, Ashland Nebraska,

How I dream of Iowa,

Rolling plains and rivers,

Cattle lowing in the fields

And first shoots of corn,

 Your waiting arms and four tiny feet at the door,

It is then my car takes flight,

Rolled like the dough on a baker’s table.

I feel the sharp pain and heavy pulls,

A chorus of frantic shouting,

I lie upon the road,

Blood clouds the pooling rain,

The passing thoughts in my mind:

Your song,

And two peaceful faces

Under the crook of either arm,

Your heart and theirs that await my return,

I clench my fists and then let go.