Banana-oat Cookies

I dreamed of you again.

In this dream we did not walk separate ways. I did not chase you with a heartache, nor did you deliver blows with your distant, unwelcoming eyes as you asked me to leave and move on.

This time, you came to my house for a visit; my favorite guest of all time.

We talked and talked for hours; this and that...

Your spirit was light and your body comfortably seated on the cushion, surrounded by the flower pots I watered daily.

My never ending stories and eagerness,

Your willingness to listen,

Our murmurs, passing the hours in the remaining sunlight, as we took hearty bites of banana-oat cookies and drank tea.

Reviews

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

enjoyable read here, nicely expressed

[Unspoken poet]

Powerful read here, also most enjoyable, cause of strong emotions through out. Very well written

[Samuel Dickens]

Strong writing with a beautiful theme and message. It's funny how we often associate little things with certain events. Emotional connections and cookies--yes, I like that.