friends

let’s have a conversation

no, not a wish list to reply

let’s go somewhere and listen

we can laugh or we can cry

let’s stop and say nothing

or just smell the air around

let’s have a conversation

or never make a sound

what is really of value

is you are here for me

and I am always seeking

to have a conversation

a time to sit and be…

Copyrighted:  CMM  2016

 

Opening up the old rubbed wooden box

 

I smelled time lingering from recipes of the past.

 

Shoved into in a hurried way of schedules and life

 

I pulled a hand full of recipes tattered and unorganized.

 

Sifting through in hopes to find a recipe to add to a menu

 

for a friend who is sitting in a hospital room with her mate.

 

A mate of 50 years now succumbed to life and cancer.

 

I look to see which one will do, and as I do, I see names.

 

These were the names of friends from a lifetime,

 

friends who shared a moment and then left a recipe to remember.

 

Friends much like the ones who are holding the hand of each other

 

waiting for life to say good-bye until another time.

 

I look at the names and realize the box has become a eulogy of friends,

 

the recipes reflecting their personality, their smiles, their life.

 

I feel as though it brought me to a sacred place, of time, sharing,

 

a holy place of scents and smells forgotten, but not their presence.

 

© Copyrighted:   CMM  2015