Evenings under the stars, sitting in rocking chairs, eating pistachios on back and side porches.Listening to echoes of Italian accents calling children to come in as darkness fell upon us.Reverberations of Italian voices still are heard within my mind, creating past moments of joy even now.
Often will I be thinking of her in pictures of times we were together, enjoying life through music.This poem, a tribute to a wonderful person – a friend, I will miss until we meet when I too am gone from life.Meeting in heaven, we’ll celebrate our new life as friends, eternally.
Crunching morsels of images, flavorful to my mind as I create unmanufactured pleasantries in deserts of imagination.Keeping pace with melodic rhythms, dancing to tunes of eternal grace.
Having to go to Flagstaff or up north to visit them again.
home for nature’s closest friends.Noticing up close, inside lightsreflecting their images to my sight.Keeping track of the lights whilelooking outside, creates a tree filledwith lights, an interesting sight,a novel idea to write about.