One Afternoon

She wanted me 

  to live her memory,

    smell her past,

      taste her joy

To me

  it was just

    profiterol.

Author's Note

A friend who could no longer eat certain foods due to allergies begged me to go to a specific bakery with her so that I could imbibe in one of her favorite childhood treats from her happy childhood in Istanbul. For me it lacked the sumptuous description. It was just like any other dessert, in any other pastry shop. She wasted her money.

Reviews

[Chip Murison]

Nice. Sometimes I feel like that about my poetry - like I'm the only one who gets it. ;-)

[Stan Lee]

That poem was much better than the title gave away. It was so short that one could almost skip over it without understanding that there's a depth to this short piece. The profiterol was all that to her and yet nothing to you. Interesting thought for such a short write.

[Tbear]

Thank you for reading..it really was quite a feeling that day.. now i kind of wish that i could have shown more enthusiasm to my friend..perhaps it will happen in another poem :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A outstanding poem. I liked how you made the word "profiterol" have reason and purpose. Very nice use of statement led to perfect ending. Thnk you Tbear for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Lana Huskins]

Well I like the way you put it in words. Lol.

[Tbear]

Thank you :)