Hustle, Bustle, and a Smidgen of Sentiment

I am busy-busy-busy this week. Big weekend ahead, my house is about three dust bunnies short of a disaster, I'm dog-sitting for my granddogs, Lucy and Oliver, and I have about a million errands to run. If I'm noticeably absent from the blogosphere this week, that's why.

That being said, something in yesterday's post about an elephant leaving our local zoo reminded me of a short, simple poem I wrote when I was in my 20s. Back then I thought it would have made a good greeting card inscription. Today I think it'll work for a quick blog post--right when I need one:

On Leaving

Tomorrow will come,

And with it will come leaving,

And loneliness

And emptiness

And sorrow, too.

But through it all,

I'll have my memories

Of music,

Of laughter,

Of loving you.

That's all I have for today. I'm outta here.

Egret's egress.