Circle of Friends
Three months ago, or thereabouts,
a circle of friends sang songs of hope.Knowing we must part,
knowing we would meet again,
but not knowing when.Knowing there would be hard times,
not knowing what.Knowing we would all find joy
not knowing how.Another year, another song.
The memory of that evening comes to me,
Linda Rushby 5 April 2020
and makes me smile,
for the time when we will meet again,
and touch, and hug, and maybe kiss,
in the place that joins our hearts.
It’s good when a poem comes like that, when I was getting dressed, and making coffee, and feeding the cat, and taking pots from the dishwasher. So that by the time I sat at the keyboard, I already knew what I was going to say.
Sheesh, if only it was always that easy!
Can I get away with that today (at least it’s not a haiku!) or do I have to keep on writing? Well, I set the rules, so I guess I can do what I like.