Loving the Golfer

His logic blew by me

But sometimes love works best

If you ask few questions

He insisted a new club

Was just the ticket, would

Be the trick, make him

A winning golfer

I never resented

His ‘dates’ on the green

Wasn’t a ‘golf widow’

He joked that his ashes

Should be spread there…

Just a widow now

Thirty years, I still can’t

Give those clubs away

The man fit me to a tee*

Ā©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

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*I’m taking poetic license here—the correct phrase, I’ve learned, is “fit to a T” (I’m no golf expert eitheršŸ™‚)