In Pieces
My first boss was
a restaurant owner
named Michael
who lived with a woman for years
and years but did not marry her
I heard long after
my waitressing days were over
she kicked him out–dumped his
desktop computer on to the street
the story was
Michael approved of my work eithic
hired my best friend without
meeting her when I said she was
just like me
told me that the best thing I would
learn from waitressing was
I wouldn’t want to do it forever
go to college, he said
always proud of me
always curious about me
quizzing me on the Bible, confused
how I could attend a Christian
college but not want to be a priest
he was always kind, and when he
died suddenly, well after
the restaurant had closed,
I lived states away and
I felt sad, imagining him standing
in the road, looking down
at his computer
in pieces
on the sidewalk
8 thoughts on "In Pieces"
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Wow, you tied it all together so well.
Bravo.
Thanks so much! I appreciate the feedback on this poem.
Wonderful piece
Thank you! I honestly don’t know what prompted me to write about him. I guess I was on a roll… junior high piano teacher… former boss…
Excellent poem. I’m suspicious of what he might have done to deserve having his computer smashed, but his good Intentions with keeping you on the right path redeem him. I also feel sorry for him. Great job!
I agree about the suspicion! I remember wondering that even back then. Thanks for the feedback on the poem, and the encouragement.
Aww, this made me happy and sad. Well done.
Thank you, friend!