The Visit

Written
2010

 THE VISIT

This is a very old nest

         empty for years save for

         the old caretaker.

Kept clean and neat 

         with great effort,

         which is a major chore at any age.

Keep things as they were

         for memories are prompted by

         things in their places.

This old empty nest

         will soon have

         a bird returning.

Time to start the “no

         senility here” drill with

         lots of yellow post –its.

Date and time of arrival

         on the refrig and big calendar

         check to make sure you have it right.

Stock the larder,

         prepare the menu and

         select the wines.

Menu selected with ease

         of preparation

         and available ingredients.

Clean off desk to look

         business like and the site

         of complete control of all accounts.

Each loving visit an inspection

         to see if the nest keeper

        needs a new nest and keeper.

Air port run easy as

         every possible way of getting

         in the wrong lane and to the

         wrong  terminal has been tried before.

Looked relaxed and

         not concerned that

         the plane is an hour late.

Pretend to hear every word

         so softly spoken

         on the ride home.

Dinner prepared so long ago

          that it is hoped

         not too ripe.

Lots of good red wine

         and chatter trying not to nod

         and off to bed with a note :

         “that travel does so exhaust one.”        

 

 

Up at dawn, coffee on

         and looking vital

         and all there.

Fill the day with

         ever busier great events

         with no sign of fatigue.

In every way send

         the unspoken message of:

          “ this is the way I am every day!”

Cover the forgotten time

         of departing plane

         with a wish motivated  by a longer stay.

Come back to the again empty nest

         and collapse watching exciting

         football games yet  unable to keep awake.

Wake to breath a thankful sigh.

         for soon the word will be out

         to all the players by

         the magic of the internet:

         “he is OK and  still able

         to care for himself.”

 

Doug Minnis 10/11/10

 

Notes
Daughter Adrienne came to visit for a few days and as I rushed her to the air port due to forgetting her departure time I thought of this poem theme. The poem changed as I wrote it and my sub conscious took over and I realized how seeming fit was more than good manners. I I wanted to be sure my children continued to think it safe for me to live alone .