This poem ends my emotional attachment to a woman I adored.  Almost the entire pregnancy was a challenge.  She (Tanya) was mean, she was cruel and the only redemption was she was a real trooper during childbirth.  Dakota was four months old and Tanya flew to Texas to visit her sick mom.  This was to be a ten day trip.  After numerous calls telling me that her friends think I should send her more money, I wrote this poem for Valentines.  She thought this was another sweet poem, but it's not.  I wrote this to say that the distance between us isn't measured only in miles, and what we have is becoming what we have lost.  We've lost communication and we've lost heart.  The picture I see over and over is the one of Tanya pointing to a four month old baby and telling him "you have a bad daddy" because I couldn't get off work early to go to a seminar with her that she wanted to go to.  I still read the materials and understood it better than she did.  Regardless, this was written for Valentines Day and she finally came home in April, Oh yea!  I had a birthday in there and never got a call.  She came home in April and I told her I'm moving, and I moved.  This story is long.

Miles

Miles come in a variety of meanings

driving a car is just the beginning

time has a way of taking too long

when at times, it's short, like singing a song

we all experience communication gaps

personally, with friends, family perhaps

dreams, while in time, they can become a reality

it's a trip, so long, so far, we see our mortality

I guess, when the distance is ever so great

we must take the right roads, or we'll always be late

in long or short, I wrote this to say

from many miles away, Happy Valentines Day

                                                             Daniel Copper   2/13/95