Hot Chocolate
Cold evening
Hot chocolate
Remembering
You
Thank you
For being my friend
Even if it had to end
Your friendship
Lives richly in our sharing
Cold evenings
Hot Chocolate
2019 copyright © CMM
“Joy’s Song”
A dedication to my friends, Mary Phillips, Susan Caruso, Joy Nowlen, who lost their battle with breast cancer. Honoring all this month “Breast Cancer Awareness Month.”
I Lost My Friend in the Rain
I lost my friend under the rain.
She and I use to run long distances
when we were young.
We spoke of sweethearts and dreams,
sports and basketball.
We shared french fries,
Dr. Pepper and coke floats.
She held the record for the broad jump
in school. I played basketball,
I was a forward.
There were always tomorrows,
until I lost my friend in the rain.
She let go one day
leaning outside against her car in the rain,
it was suicide…
Copyrighted: February 2018 CMM
“Walk Among the Brushes”
I hope you have time to read it. I am humbled with this one as I do believe so much came from places I do not understand and psychologist are trying to figure out.
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Christine
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)
I 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 CMM
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: CMM 2016
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