Today Feels Different

On Sunday’s I’m posting poetry written by my mother-in-law, Bettie Lou. Writing poetry was a form of therapy after losing her husband and then her youngest son in 1985.

Today Feels Different

Today feels different.

It must be special

Maybe it’s the weather-

Wind hit me smack in the face

            As I walked

I remember such a felling

Many years ago.

It wasn’t the weather, but

Absolute materialistic comfort-

A white Lincoln – air and stereo

            Working at top efficiency.

In those days I could sing

            All six parts—

            At the same time—

            A sextet from Lucia.

I’ll do it again—

            Without a white Lincoln.

Maybe this is what she had in mind?