There’s a wedding soon and we’re excited,
all the required functions are in place.
A daughter bride, I find it hard to hide
the pride I have for her. For sure she will
grace the life of her fine young man.
A lad of a Canadian clan and his tartan
is true. We view him as a wonderful addition
to our crew. By year’s end we will have
made familial friends across the Provinces,
from Ontario to Alberta, the Great White North
and her glories, our stories will compliment
each other. New found sisters and brothers
joined for a cause to much applause.
We can’t wait. It’ll be great. And so it goes.
The family grows.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides – 2017 November Chapbook Challenge – Day 21: Construction/Deconstruction



I have a cache of multi-colored
plastic cash in my pocket.
Like a rocket on the First of July
its burns a hole in my wallet.
Call it what you will, it is still
legal tender where people spend
twoonies like loonies. Her majesty
graces a bill with her bling,
Prime Ministers with sinister smirks
work their way onto these cheques
as well. Counting on Mounties to secure
the pure nature of the Great White North,
bought and paid for. My store of money
is kinda funny when the rate of exchange
is very strange , changing almost daily.
Saving it for another day,
another foray up Ottawa way,
working to pay the way, eh?

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #405 – Money