Larry,
You smile, sitting across from me at the big wide table on the porch.
Cherries, olives, a giant leg of lamb,
and an unsightly pile of pits separating us.
Green surrounds us outside.
Background of peace, my friend.
The sharp bark of the Ceylonese tea dog announces more visitors.
Smoke from an old refurbished PD’s barbecue burns our eyes.
Photos of Greece , talk about Paris,
I live vicariously through all your travels.
Long, interesting chats about music, yours and mine.
That’s where your place is.
Larry,
You smile, my New Year is greeted with quaking, uncontrollable laughter.
Bitter, eight degrees below zero, cold dark of night.
Orange glow of candles surrounds us inside.
Background of warmth, my friend
Ah, your skin is so beautiful, illuminated by a 60 watt appliance bulb!
As we forage in the refrigerator.
Tonight, tonight we are hooked, you, Bethany and I.
By Fish Eye, the fine Italian Pinot Grigio in the 3-liter box.
That’s where your place is.
Larry,
I never had the privilege of knowing,
if there was indeed, any other side of you.
I did not see you in your dying days.
Which came upon us much too soon, much too quickly.
I only knew you with peace, warmth, and definitely laughter, my friend.
I only knew you with Bethany , how her love shone through your being!
I only knew you with Rick and Sheila.
Ben and Max close by.
It was your gift to Joe and me,
the grace of your presence, amongst friends.
That’s where your place will always be.
To Larry, In loving memory
JoAnn Bertone Chmielowski
October 19, 2009
15.6.10
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