Looking Back

The Last Word

     I began this year with one goal: Write one poem a week for the entire year, using predetermined topics and genres, about different aspects of my life with this MesS, also called Multiple Sclerosis. I am not sure how seriously I can take these textbook examples of doggerel, but without further hesitation, here is the last.

So, now a year has come and gone.

This collection is almost done.

Poems for a year,

Giving me a clear

And sincere

Denouement.

-Josh Evitt, 2019-

To My Dear And Loving Wife

My Wife

She stayed with me through so much strife.

She helps me see a better life,

And lets my strength grow!

So, let the world know,

my love show,

For my wife!

We Are Family!

Brothers and Sisters!!

They did not leave when it arrived,

And with their love and help, I thrived

It’s not been easy,

At times uneasy.

Thankfully,

I survived.

With Friends Like These . .

Amigos, Buddies, Pals, Friends

While some of my friends from the past,
Through this progression, might not last,
Others will stay near,
Unshaken by fear.
And sincere
Holding fast.

New Month, New Poems

Clogyrnach

     So, for the final month, I have chosen the clogyrnach, a Welsh style adequately fits 'winding down'. So, here is the first of the last.

It has many different faces,

Arriving from different places:

Mind, body, or heart.

With a random start,

Like a dart,

Pain races.