My Friend Sheila

My friend Sheila

we were strangers

she walked in

with her scones

beige Irish linen

invited us all to dinner her life was big

and small dinner and dinner so many

children grandchildren

everyone could sing

everyone could drink

you have only one child she laughed

now he’ll have an Irish family

for so many summers we did

Sheila¬†perfect phone companion she’d call

and I would listen and listen

Sheila called one day not too long ago

I’m sure I’ll see you

on the other side.

 

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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