Somewhere Else Now

My friend Sheila is somewhere else now

we sat on the porch for  many years she

told me about her family  relatives so many

children the messiness of life

and she would sit, a person who was happy to sit,

always bedecked  earrings that swung she would

wear dresses and bring something delicious to eat on the porch

she loved cakes and pies and every kind of cookie sometimes

she made them sometimes she went to the old German bakery

up the mountain she never came without a story not once

and if I had to guess where she was now what she was now

my friend I loved beautiful Sheila it’s easy to say beautiful

but not so easy to find a good good friend I would guess

that she’s sitting on another porch one we can’t even imagine

as beautiful as always  telling one of her favorites maybe about

the time she was working in a bar and you wouldn’t believe

what happened.

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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