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Yes.
It does make sense.
Once not too long ago, isn't that how some good fairy tales start, I could tell what direction my closest friends were in.
I could 'feel' where they were.
Now I don't feel that, they're all gone.
Or as one thing I wrote said, "I've thrown first earth on the shrouds of too many friends."
Unfortunately, just because they're dead doesn't mean they don't bother me.
My closest friend still bothers me in dreams.
She laughs and asks, "How did you get along without us before?"
Guess it's a reminder that I had a life before they came into mine.

A good portion of what I write deals with the loss of friends, and the shattering of a personality in freefall.
"The spinning shards of me glitter like so many tears falling in the void"
(perpetually unfinished as I don't like where it is going or what it implies.)

I did end one with the Latin comment: Nox Aeturnus en Pax.
(Night eternal in peace, as a direct literal translation.)

The Recipe Book

I ran across a book one day
At a flea market seller's stall
I said, "What do you want for this?"
He sighed, "Fifty cents is all."

It looked quite old and dirty
But some recipes looked good
I put it on my nightstand
I would read it when I could

That night I wiped the cover
And took a peek inside
I found more than some recipes
This was a sweet surprise

The well-worn pages told me
About this woman's life
Each family member's favorites
Were marked and noted twice

Her first pot roast was stringy
She noted with shaky hand
Her new husband had eaten it
But said it was so bland!

Favorite cakes were circled there,
Sometimes there was a smudge
"This is Jimmy's favorite"
Had a trace of chocolate fudge!

Through the angel cakes and fritters
I saw a pattern form
Notes were made throughout this book
So tattered, and so worn

Old coupons were still in the back
I found a pocket there
And in the very bottom
A dry rose, a lock of hair

Bits of poems and sage advice
Were scribbled through the book
She took me through her life and past
I learned more than what to cook

I think what bothered me the most
Was the inscription in the front
"I give this book to my daughter Jen,

I hope it helps you some."

I wonder why the book was there
Obviously cast aside
It represented a mother's heart
All the love she held inside

From baby food and funeral pie
My eyes were close to sleep
I smiled and thought, "Don't worry Mom"
Your treasure I will keep

Next morning I wrapped the book
In tissue, clean and white
I look forward to my visits there
Each and every night

I knew I'd found some memories
Worth more than purest gold
I think I'll try the chicken soup
That cured Aunt Mabel's cold...

~~~~ Karen Shaw Matteson ~~~~
© 2001

Well, I would like to hear more. Thanks for sharing with us. When we listen, life becomes more clear and there is perspective. As I said earlier today in another post, it is always interesting to see how different people interpret the same circumstances. It is my opinion that we are all much more the same, than not. We just express it in different ways.