Blessing, friend,
upon your special day.
Though silent years
between us lie
I come bearing
a gift of grace and love
hoping only to salute
on this festal day
one who once was dear,
and to drink you heath
from the wine memory.
having drunk your health,
and wished you well
to side away into
comfortable estrangement
once more.
I love it, what a wonderful gift, John! Well done! And now on to more 'ku--once ya start, ya can't stop. Kind of like chips, ya know--can't eat just one. :)
lol! So many of us are guilty of non-communication -- but at least you finally "showed up" to acknowledge and bless your friend. I like! I like! Good poem, John!
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.