It was a Frabjous Day

Along the road there have been a few remarkable women who played for me what my role has so often been: Transitional Relationship. Someone who was there with what I needed to break out of a corner or trap or well in my soul. I can't name them all without inviting trouble in a few of their lives, but I can thank them, earnestly and passionately, for their contribution to my growth and survival.

It was a Frabjous Day

It was a frabjous day when you,
while on your way,
found me huddled on the corner of the street.
You took me in,
then once again,
you gave me back the taste of wine and meat.
You gave of yourself,
you shared the wealth
yet perhaps we both gave as well as got.
But I owe you for your charity,
you gave to me a clarity
that I could again recapture what was sought.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.