by Phil Heagy
On a balmy summer night in 1947, just after rainfall, two lovers strolled down Cherokee Street in St. Louis, Missouri, hand-in-hand. A bustling business street by day, closed afterhours shops by night.
The girl remarked: Look at those slippers in the window. Arent they cute? Yeah, Honeybugs. Youre my Honeybug, he replied. Well youre my Honeybug, too. She was quick to reply.
This collection of poetry is dedicated to the authors own Honeybug, Patricia Maxine Heagy, who passed away in December of 2012.
About the Author:
Phil Heagy was married to his wife, Patricia, for sixty-two years before her passing. She was his biggest champion, editor, and critic. Besides writing poetry, he enjoys photography, tending roses and orchids, and computers.
(2016, Paperback, 214 pages)