What To Do About Remembering Poem by Susan Lacovara
What To Do About Remembering
Farm fresh brown eggs
rest in a bowl
near the pottery pitcher
holding coral tea roses
The house is kept quiet today
As I remember you
The white scalloped hem curtains
flutter with the passing breeze
my thoughts flirt with dialing a number
more than likely long ago disconnected
Too early to sleep and too late to make plans
I decide to cook elaborate recipes
just to pass hours
and ward off the temptation to reread your letters
I have rolled pretty beach towels
placed them in inviting baskets
just in case you care to visit the lake
there's old milk bottles full of clipped tulips
to lace my windowsills with simplistic beauty
All is set and settled
nothing of pretense here
(that is unless you count my pretending
you might be remembering me too)
Hoping and anticipating with nostalgia and uncertainty. All so subtle said without any sentimentally. 'farm fresh brown eggs rest in a bowl'... so representative of potential life. A wonderful sense in your words. Adrian
A very lovely poem beautifully crafted. A write embedded with memories that warms one' s heart. Very heartwarming.10
Your description of your present was flawless. Enjoy memories, and your now.
Remembering... it builds up tremendous atmosphere before it ends. A lovely poem
The words in the parenthesis are the best of all! Loved the title of the poem too.
A beautiful poem on memory of the good days gone. Enjoyed from the first line to last. Thanks for sharing.10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a great Blues poem because the sadness is matched by the sweetness. My memory raced over the decades and I found parallel experiences that entered my mind refreshed by words and did not bring sadness but the awareness of a life replete with good things. Of course, I wish they had been better still vbut I too to will learn to rejoice in what good I did receive.