le mot juste
© 2008 michele may


Dear Vivian

I can still see your face
softly framed
by the clouds of smoke
drifting up from your Merits
at the kitchen table.

Did you know how I loved
drinking in
the wisdom of your words
and sharing dessert
with the comfort of your laughter
and the glow of your smile?

I can't recall ever telling you
how much it meant to me.

Dear Vivian
what I wouldn't do
for a little more coffee
and another slice of cake
with you