I will never forget,

The taste and care,

With which he prepared, …

Even if today,

Inside,

There is no smile, …

Some days at night,

I question life.

Days I can’t answer, …

I had yet to see,

Purple berries,

In the middle of winter, …

So many recipes,

To glance over,

Think about and decide. …

I often sought,

The grand in life,

When in reality, …

Craving to understand,

Or prove right,

Matters little, …

The day will come,

When I too shall fall.

And I hope it will be, …

It is when undisguised,

The layers are seen,

And in the open, …

The white duck,

Swam alone,

Looking around, …

Sometimes I look back,

Wishing I hadn’t waited,

For perfection, …

In wastelands,

Riddled with holes,

Dreams are nurtured, …

When the world,

Told me to listen,

And by happenstance, …

Looking back,

On days gone by,

Often feel sweeter, …

To get stuck,

Or rained upon,

Is a part of life. …

In springtime,

They come out to graze.

Freely running around, …

In younger years,

I tried hard,

To stand out. …

Everything gets old,

Waiting to fold.

Even iron, …

There is little choice,

But to smilingly accept,

The daily complexities, …

Some days just need,

Sugar and cream,

Helping the bitterness, …