Been With You Abbe Lacey

BEEN WITH YOU

Abbe Lacey

Sitting at the kitchen table together. The aroma of maple syrup, Lingered in the air. Held tightly in her delicate, Blue veined hands. A cup of black coffee; Craving to be tasted. Slowly rising from the cup, warm steam.

“Grandma, your love with Grandpa?” I asked.

Like the cup of coffee in her hand That question burned her Already sorrowful heart

No response to me But her mind was racing around Dreams And memories

A dream; Hawaii A once planned place to travel together; Away from all, this cold weather.

Coffee; the way he liked it, black. Although she didn’t prefer hers that way She liked that he did

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He wasn’t supposed to be gone this soon And all she dearly wanted was him back.

Her dream and memory became intertwined Like the yarn in her newly crocheted scarf It was as if he was running back down to earth Footprints in the sand On that beach in Hawaii To hold her like he did the night they first met.

The maple syrup and coffee Tickled her nose again Calling her back into our reality

After a long sip, her gaze came back to mine. “Our love was Warm and Full”

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