Memories

There are some friendships that never cease. Even though one has fallen to sleep. Memories remain of the richness and tilling of the soil that formed such a bond. Becoming more than friends and less than lovers where the roots take hold, and are planted deeply in the heart, the mind and soul. 

The years have passed by one after another and it still seems as if yesterday was when we first met thirty-two years ago, cancer grabbed its grip you mentioned that in your mind you knew the Lord that his arms seemed to be wrapped around you that you were not afraid nor worried. As an eagle in flight, you soared now asleep in the soil. We both knew his will was being done. 

I still walk the trails within nature’s forests floors; I still walk the city parks, taking time on the benches enjoying the trickling sound or moving of water, in my mind the poetry still comes alive. I still visit the library, and I do go for ice cream every now and then. 

Memories of you are still so alive; so much of us is still alive in memory how grateful I am for the comfort that comes from such. For in the mish mash of life heartaches and trials still evolve, with celebrations to embrace. 

Yes, life is better shared with another. I still look for those silver linings. I still savor every cup of tea, and I still believe that we each have our own individual cup, and it is up to each life on how we choose to flavor such. May I continue to embrace and embark on the moments given. 

BluebirdSK©2023, Susan Knowlen