My diabetes avoidance blog – interconnected poetry – the wasp and bee

I sat and waited for a bee for what seemed like an eternity–

I was reminded of when my in-law father came around,

delighted as the wasps did drown

in the beer that he put down

And wondered at his strong delight;

what made him thus?

Was it some plight?

From the war time days in his youth

when he was banished from his Transilvanian truth, ‘cos Hitler devastated parts of land and hearts–

and then when the sun gave in,

I was reminded of the din;

the buzz that wasps did make

And wondering what was at stake,

As nothing came, pollen to take

The olive tree (not indigenous), did stand

As though it had all things in hand–

thriving in this purple hue–

As if some deeper knowledge lay

within it as it barely grew–