Another Saturday evening was with me.
I prepared dinner,
Fresh salmon fried in butter,
Mushrooms cooked in butter
White wine and a cheese sauce,
Rice with lemon zest
And turmeric,
Finished off with asparagus.
Bix was playing for me,
And a glass of wine before me.
I sat there enjoying my meal,
A meal I had cooked so many times,
One of our favourites,
But she was not with me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Joyce and I often had this on a Saturday evening.
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A poignant write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
there's nothing as barren
as a table, for one
still, in a month or so
you'll be approaching: two years!
and I can only praise you
for the strength and positivity
you demonstrate daily;
choose to believe, in that reunion scene
that approaches
with each passing, sigh..
stay strong, my friend
(salmon cooking details
is mouth-watering, btw)
Thank you for your very kind words Mek, I am most grateful.
Yes it is a very nice meal.
Andy
I'm sure she was with you in spirit and encouraging you to be the man she loves so much.
Many a lesser man could allow standards to drop but in reading your post today it's plain to see that's not your way.
Live long and prosper you ball basher.
Your words are so kind d a and moved me. Thank you.
Andy
What a beautiful memory
The wonderful dish
It sounds appetising
And your love so inspiring
I hope fate can grant us loving memories like you had with Joyce
Thank you spilleronsheet, I too hope that you can have many happy memories as I have had with Joyce.
Andy
The last line stings, and turns everything on its head. Well written. A worthy addition to my favorites list.
Thank you Garth, much appreciated.
Andy
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