Alice Partanen
My Buddy
Sweetheart, wife, mother of my children,
you were all of these.
The girl I left behind me, a soldier's wife,
who knew loneliness,
Responsibility for two trusting toddlers
waiting for the soldier to return.
Seamstress, hand weaver, potter, welder,
crafter of glass, photographer,
All these knew your mastery.
But the dearest memory calls you, Buddy,
kinship of the trails we hiked;
Shared wonders of coral reefs beneath the
tropic seas,
Kelp forests off Monterey, sea turtles and morays off Diamond Head;
Nordic
skiing on mountain meadows and around the lake at Solitude Resort;
Spring in
the desert, wondrous awakening of life in that stark land;
Riding buses in
Cancun, the walk along Estero each in the moonlight;
Serenaders playing guitars
and singing "Mi Amor;"
My Buddy, these are some of the joys we shared;
My
Buddy who sleeps in the ocean deeps.
John Partanen
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