I've written other poems in the time between back then and now, mostly on quite different subjects. Today though, I remembered that other poem and felt the need to finish it off and turn it from a few scrappy words into a properly formed poem.
It may not be completely finished, and I certainly welcome any feedback others may have to help this poem. At the moment I'm happy with the poem, but there's no telling how I'll feel about it tomorrow. I really feel I need feedback on it, and I hoping you will help me with it.
Ode to My Walker
It arrived one day, unheralded
left by the door as one might leave a note -
no note this, but a message still, unguarded
and protected by an invisible moat.
A sign of disability and loss,
walker used by the aged and infirm -
if I took it up, what would be the cost?
I hid it inside, the gift at first was spurned.
It stayed inside, unused, as I wandered through the house
one room to the next, general cleaning up
releasing hounds and letting them back in,
throwing out each unwanted mouse
then resting with computer and coffee cup -
my peaceful times a need and not a sin.
I was hiding it seems from what was there in front of me,
passed it many times, eyes averted and didn’t see
the thing that promised much to aid my fragile walking -
the walker had the news, but I didn’t hear it talking
But the walker now is in my car,
ready if I need it.
I’ve a hunger to follow my new life’s star,the walker will help me feed it.