When I am at Mary’s
We sometimes eat
chocolate cake
in the morning.
Talking over coffee
Brimful of spun milk.
Warm comfort.
When I am at Mary’s
We sometimes feast
on salmon, or apple cake.
Or books.
Each title
marking months,
as years page by.
When I am at Mary’s,
we mostly talk
of books. Of Events.
Of quotidian cares.
Knitting, gardens, riverbank walks.
Small worries, large joys.
But sometimes,
we gather in sorrow.
After our husbands, children, dreams die.
Or one of us.
So impossible, these endings.
Even when expected,
they surprise us.
When we are at Mary’s
we are finding
our way.
This poem expresses the gift of deep and heartfelt friendship in such a poignant and profound way.
Ms Shaner’s poem beautifully explains how friendship is a comfort and balm to the soul.
Thank you.
Shelly
Thank you so much, Shelly–I so appreciate your kind thoughts.
Lynne
Thank you so much, Shelly, for your thoughtful words; I am grateful for a life with a Mary in it, and grateful that you are one of my dear friends, as well!
Lynne
If we are lucky, we have a Mary in our life. This poem captures the precious bond that exists with someone with whom we can share everything from the mundane to the profound.
Kathleen, thank you so much for your thoughtful words. I am indeed grateful to have a Mary in my life, and am fortunate to have you and Shelly and other wonderful women in my life.
Lynne
My Mary is Laura. Thank you for describing our rich friendship in such a beautiful way.
Carol, I am so happy to know that there is a Mary (named Laura!) in your life–we are so lucky to have such beautiful, rich friendships.
Lynne