Amen

Her smile was as false as a warm winter day

As coy little words were pushed over her tongue

Like spring sparlings just learning to fly

And everything I said was funny

Everything I had done in my life was fascinating.

It only lacked a stage and curtain

This dinner with a friend of a friend

Struggling to be interesting by pretending to be interested

As I measured the eternity toward dessert.

 

“Tell me about yourself,” as she cradled her chin on her fist

“I want to know everything,” she added “absolutely all.”

Okay, I’ll tell you my heart beats over those shards of glass

Some call memories that still bleed when called upon.

And they force cruel comparisons between what was

And everything you would ever hope to be.

They paint portraits of the one that was who knew

That “absolute all” about me because she was its creator.

And the waiter comes with pastries as I recite, “Amen.”

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

David, did you recite Amen, because this poem was a prayer of praise to your deceased wife, who "created" the man you are now? Very clever. I love the idea, the transposition of your God and creator and the woman who you loved enough to create the man you are now. A beautiful tribute.

[DrD]

Thank you so much, Anne. I truly appreciate your visits.

[Sheila Kline]

Ah, those times when the waiter cannot come soon enough - I've had a few of those too my friend! Sometimes it all just seems to click and then there are those times when the dinner bell clangs!
And we just can't seem to get the one that once filled our heart and soul with everything that was love.......no other can replace it!