Missing Person

For many years he walked a beat

Became a detective when the chance arrived

Moved up through the ranks

Was second in command

I spent many days and nights

Worrying with my mom

Would he be safe

Would he come home

But retirement came eventually

And with it the “golden years”

His wife grew ill and died

Then his health began to fail

But he kept his sense of humor

Right up to that fateful night

When I saw him draw his last breath

And now this holiday feel so empty

Without his loving presence

But he will always live

In my heart forever

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – detective

Gone Round

There was a cake that was made with rum

And I would eat it to the very last crumb

But now the pounds piled on

And my figure is gone

I never should have been so incredibly dumb