My grandfather, he ordered black coffee, a soup and salad before his meal, steak and potatoes, and always leaving room for dessert at buffets on the other side of town
A routine meal to this day is remembered as my favorite meals with him
My Dad loved on his Alaskan crab legs with a side of melted butter While Mom ordered chicken at a seafood restaurant She never offered to pay while Auntie told us, ‘Don’t take it for granted, she should say ‘Thanks’’
A routine meal that to this day is remembered as our family meals together
The holidays would arrive suddenly, every holiday, as our family rushed off to Sunday service.
Was this excursion a last minute decision? Is the calendar right? Always arriving late, we discreetly sneaked into the pews. With a family of five, surely no one would notice. But they did, they always notice.
A routine holiday that would years later be remembered as our holidays together
Every year, every holiday, every birthday, the same restaurants, the same routine, the same church service.
But at least we gathered in the familiar ways we knew what was to come. We could count on those moments, those familiar moments.
Now we look back without the chance to relive all those memories, without the words of togetherness without bickering without reconciling No more chasing each other around the yard No more climbing up the tree, my favorite tree All that is left are these memories While isolating from our high-strung family
Now we pass the memories on while making new ones; new choices of restaurants, holidays, vacations and promises of not being late (but who are we kidding, we’re always late)
And yet, some things will remain I’ll keep the same dessert in honor of my grandparents whose struggles and sacrifices for our family deserve to be rewarded with a slice of warm apple pie
Two lone souls
thinking they stand out in the crowd
do they really
or are they the same as everyone
They feel special, profound as no one must feel the same but they do, they all want to be loved they all are searching for the one
Yet there isn’t one
there are quite a few
as they slowly come in and out of view
this one knows how to paint
and captures you from the start
and this one knows how to play guitar
straight from the heart
and this one plays piano from the soul
and this one writes poems,
his words have been your ultimate goal
But this one standing beside you all these years Is he special, unique, profound Well, he’s still around And that’s something…