lonesome poem # 1
In a 1943 letter to my brother; I’m 15, he’s 13,
living out west for his health: he saved his mail.
“It’s lonesome being an only child with you in
Arizona and Jo and Pat at college. I got home
from school – everything’s a grey-green-yellow,
the sun shines brilliant and warm, spring in
November. I couldn’t resist getting on my jeans
and romping with the dog and goat and cat
I greeted the cows, walked on the stilts, fed
Sugarpuss an oats treat, she nibbled from my
palm with dainty goat lips. I thought about
you and wished you were here because I am
lonesome, and we would be having fun. I hope
you are not feeling lonesome there at school.”
2020 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in A generous community.
