Crossing the Bridge, a poem by Vicki VanEck Hill

“Burn the bridge” my brother said!
I’d only mentioned that we’d crossed it
Once we had infatuation, then love, I’d thought,
But through the years we’d lost it.

I told folks who quizzed that we’d crossed the Bridge,
Not burned it: “Big Mac” to be specific
Recent days God returned my joy and purpose
Really, I feel spirited, terrific.

Yet should I feel guilt, remorse losing stress:
Hundreds of miles to create a new home?
Each day departure sadness becomes less
I know he’ll never here roam!

For up farther north Mr. Wonderful
Now is host without guest, alone in huge house the while;
Friends repeated from the start:”Keep your cat, lose the man,”
Some few memories funny, dear: shaking off heartdust, I smile.

Jenison, Nov.29, 2016

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