friends

Invitation


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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

The Recipe Box


The Recipe Box

The Recipe Box

 

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

Friends For LIfe



I shared with her my plans and schemes,

 

she shared with me her hopes and dreams.

 

 

Together we grew and then apart,

 

but apart we never forgot the start.

 

 

The start of what would one day be

 

a friendship for life, as we look back to see.

 

 

Mistakes we made and mountains we climbed,

 

didn’t take away the precious times.

 

 

We had when we were young and foolish,

 

dressed in hippie and rock style goolish.

 

 

Play house tucked between two trees,

 

went from ‘make believe’ to club house fees.

 

 

Cokes spilt as it fizzed to the top,

 

not being able to find the mop.

 

 

Burning pots in our effort to cook,

 

parents stood and trembled and shook.

 

 

The skating rink, and many a miles

 

as we skated and danced with youthful smiles.

 

 

The teen club, with all its rocking songs,

 

giving us a sense that we belonged.

 

 

Belonged of a generation confused from war,

 

with racial strife the turmoil we bore.

 

 

Our days became families and then children to rear,

 

the days we lived, the battles we feared.

 

 

From growing up in uncertain times,

 

didn’t seem to change or deter our minds.

 

 

From returning to what was always to be

 

a friend close in time we’d see.

 

 

The treasures of childhood, the journey or strife

 

is always best accompanied by a friend for life.

 

 

copyright: CMM 2005running early

Jonathan Matteson as George Bailey as a modern version of “It’s a Wonderful Life”

If you have a moment before the New Year, this is truly worth the moments it takes to view.  It is a wonderful rendition of “It’s a Wonderful Life” with the past and the new.

Smile in remembering and smile in knowing…  not much has changed.