Lunch with an Old Friend

Sheryl Heatherly Hawkins

Sheryl Heatherly Hawkins

Having lunch
with an old friend
plates of Gen Tso’s Chicken
still steaming from the kitchen
our conversation randomly
leaves the beach
for the brush

from the brush
up into the tall trees
where among leaves & limbs
old men can still speak of God
personally without apology
still speak with God
as if children

Turning over
fallen pine cones
the nuts long gone to seed
we ponder merits of legacy
the generational hand`off
of faith hope love
parent to child

Having lunch
with an old friend
silver hair now tarnishing
over gray eyes gone rheumy
ellipses in place of details
our fortunes found
but in cookies

“I think the gentlest question is the best one,
and the gentlest is, ‘And what happened then?'” ~ Studs Terkel


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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9 Responses to Lunch with an Old Friend

  1. kiwiskan says:

    the best kind of old friend…


  2. cheryl622014 says:

    Lovely, moving towards that time, especially last weekend when realised my friend and I playing Scrabble had been friends over 40 years – and still love one another.


  3. James Nichols says:

    Hi Peter I still consider you a friend though it has been 30+ years.


    • Yes, James, I still consider you an old friend too . . . Ken, about whom I was writing in this poem died in June of this year after a long long battle with health issues . . . And yet not a day goes by but I think of him and thank God for his friendship. We are blessed, are we not, in having known each other. Blessings!


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