"Comet's Tale"
Jon's dad, Michael, gave me this piece recently. He referred to it as, "...my scribblings..." but I think it's much more that. Here's what he related to me in an e-mail:
"I wrote the poem during January, 1981 in a small, greasy spoon diner in Brookhaven, Mississippi while drinking bad coffee, and eating order upon order of corn chips with runny cheese sauce and too many jalapenos. The subject? I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count. Love, FIL"
It's obviously about his delightful witty wife (and my "SMIL" to be - that's step mother-in-law, to be), Mary. "FIL" stands for "Father-in-law". They're so cute! Enjoy!
From Hades' bed, to Apollo's steed,
From frozen dead, to burning need,
Through ages past in dreams we wend,
With love to last 'till Time's own end.
From bone and dust, to flesh and fire,
From stone and rust, to fresh desire,
Our hearts receive Fate's gift divine,
The patterns weave, our souls entwine.
As Sun lifts dew, as Moon lifts sea,
I return to you, you return to me
~Michael M. Fitzsimmons
