Invitation


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:  2017 CMM

Last Ride


I pulled aside upon my path

my kickstand now down…

The wheels that turned for so long,

Now stays upon the ground…

The wind has changed and now still,

The grass no longer green

the last ride has been complete

the rider no longer seen…

I have stopped for the last time

and pause to say good-bye

I hope to see you on the trail

somewhere on the other side…

Copyright:  CMM  2011

Dedicated to a friend who lost his battle with Mesothelioma

October Remembrance (Breast Cancer Month)


img_1489I watched a friend take her last breath today.

We prayed, ‘Hail Mary’ and the “Our Father’

Then she passed…

I miss her terribly.

Unfair, at least to my understanding now.

Unfair to me.

She was fried chicken,

Hometown laughter,

Short streets.

She was “riding around”,

Coca cola,

Music on the radio.

We talked of ‘new loves’,

With new hopes,

As we shared our dreams.

She was simpler times,

Long phone calls,

Sharing all…

She was late night rescue,

Stranded from dates

Gone bad.

She was laughter at oddity

Of pregnant bodies

And invisible feet…

She was death,

The painful recognition of

The ugliness of disease…

She was the beauty

Of the spirit, shinning past

All the let-downs of cancer…

She was a lifetime friend

You never ask for,

Only recognize a lifetime late…

As I sit by her bed,

Watching her breath,

And my tears are for me.

Copyrighted:   2016 CMMimg_1489

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

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

I Do


If I could walk among your shadows,

but I can’t.

If I could but know your footsteps in your trail,

instead I am lost.

I read your final letters to catch insights from you,

I am left with questions.

I look through your archways of cover words,

I no longer feel protected.

I barefoot my thoughts onto the cold marble of time,

and  morose  sensations are all I feel.

No one asks permission to enter our lives,

or permits death in order to leave.

It just all is, and you are certainly gone,

you said in time no one would remember,

I do.

Dedicated to a friend who lost his battle with cancer.
©   CMM  2011

The Book


I picked up your book,

left behind as a gift.

Professor Doo Wop's PoemphotoI thought how nice.

Now you have left,

and I think so nice I have the book .

I have the letter you wrote with such eloquent words,

full of philosophy and reason.

Now you are gone and the reason seems mute,

and the philosophy unfulfilled.

Combing my fingers over the checkmarks,

bringing me to attention to the tributes

you made to me, and us, and our friendship.

I feel you presence pour inside of me

and I know.

There is no book, no letter of reason,

no quote of philosophical works

that replace your having died without reason.

©  CMM  2013

Lost Letter


Cleaning my desk,

I opened an envelope stuffed

with keepsakes, cards, letters.

Crinkled against time, some tattered

with wear, I saw an old familiar address.

Pulling it from the pile was like pulling

a friend from the reservoirs of memories.

I opened it, the dust had settled on his words

as ashes and sand settled on his grave.

He had written to tell me that he was diagnosed

with cancer …

He reflected in ink, spilling his frozen moments

of time on the paper, as he waits for the rest of his treatments.

Slipped in the envelope was a picture he had taken

of a seagull taking flight.

It was this, the lost letter, I had looked for

from the past.Hans Seagull photo

©  CMM  2013