Tuesday, April 11, 2017

To the You I Barely Knew...

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

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