keepsake
there are some nights
when the sky turns
the color of friendship
and fades into the crisp
darkness of gratitude
friends old and new
around our table shared
food and stories love
and laughter as though
there was enough for all
we’ve washed the dishes
saved the leftovers and
turned out the lights
except those we always
leave on in the kitchen
spring will soon come
and summer will follow
footprints will fade
but not this indelible
wisp of memory
Peace,
Milton
This poem about love and friendship is now a keepsake for me. Thank you Milton.
“Shared … as though there was enough for all” Thank you for those words, Milton. A keepsake for sure.