Pams

A poem about 3 great ladies I have known, all of them named Pam

“Pams”

 

Such Pams that I have known,

I never shall forget them.

There was the gothic velvet princess

Who trekked with me ‘cross Britain,

We made our drunken way through

London nightclubs and double-deckers,

Paused in the scintillating light as

It dappled the cloisters of Oxford.

Then there was my boss from B&N,

My counselor, my confidante,

Our giddy gallivanting-a-go-go

To Stevie Nicks at Radio City and

Loreena at Toronto’s Massey Hall

Still sound audibly in my memories.

There is she who’s with me now,

The self-professed oldest waitress

In all the spanning of the world,

The horse-maven traveling from

Florida to Nantucket to New York,

Her path through life a blazing trail

For me to follow.

Such Pams that I have known,

I never shall forget them.

 

 

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

As a tribute, well done, as a poet, I think not. Originality lacking, sincercity, questionable. More thought required.