I never really knew you, except in the long ago;
...lipstick on…nails just so,
soft leather handbag, Tabu cologne—
you smoked Chesterfield Kings
I remember these things.
And you would bake…
oatmeal cookies, cream puffs
coconut pies with perfect crust
—a taste I would die for
would that I could taste once more.
It’s hard to live up to the memory
of the you I barely knew—
shorter than five foot nothin’
yet a force to be reckoned with.
With these less-than-perfect hands
and broken nails, I favor
the crafter, the woodworker,
the other half that molded my existence.
But I have your eyes, and when I look in the mirror
it’s you I see looking back at me.
So I carry all your stories in my heart,
told by the ones who knew you best
living on the memories we never had
…we could have been such good friends.
© Ginny Brannan 2017
|Circa 1962 Franconia Notch, N.H.|
In loving memory of Clementine "Tina" Mary Donzello, 1921 - 1963