, Keep Thinking Of Me Poem by Louise Tredoux

Sighing, not enjoying my present task
preparing a curry dish for a ladies’ charity
Sister Teresa actually forbid anybody to
serve in her hospital or monastery unless
they smiled and looked happy – I suppose

She would have chased me, asked me to
leave unless I could devote myself in love
to my serving task, I’m trying to visualise
the poor enjoying my curry to infuse my
heart with happy humility

But I would rather be walking on the beach
admiring the wide blue expanse of the sea
than be imprisoned here in my little kitchen
though when I remember the wonderful
times I’ve spent here with Rudi

I have to smile, the education he gave me
on love and expression of affection has a
lot to do with our kitchen, memories
flooding my mind, I start laughing
Rudi finds me dancing and singing

Amongst the curry dishes, asks what is
going on, I kiss him, YOU are the subject
of my thoughts, I tell him, if it makes you
this happy, he says, keep thinking of me!