A musing Beam

Like with many people, the holidays are bittersweet for me.  I cannot begin to list all the many people that make me thankful -- I'm very blessed there. Much of the bitter part comes from the fact that my father died just over four years ago after a month of attempted recovery following intensive heart surgery.  For those that did not know him, he was in AA for 33 years and died sober, but he switched addictions from alcohol to nicotine, and it killed him.  I'm sure he would still call it a good trade. Anyway, the above is pertinent to give readers context for what follows:  a poem I've had in my mind since the evening of December 1, 2006, as I left Baptist. This poem isn't a happy one, so I would suggest stopping now if you do not want to read about an extremely difficult time.  That said, I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. A Puff of Alcohol A puff of alcohol fluffy foam sanitizer as you enter the room or when you leave. a silk