Memories of The Best Meals and Friendships Remembered… and Forgotten
We shared together
Last night’s
Chinese take-out
It was early fall
We sat in the back
Of your blue van
Now you are gone
Memories of
Fun days of yesteryear
But not forgotten
Another night…
The best meal I ever ate
Though I have forgotten
The food we shared
We made a promise
We would all meet
Same place
Same time
The date purposed
Now forgotten
August 25, 2018
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I equate good food and great friendships as one of life’s greatest pleasures.
Oh, Helen, thank you for your sweet comments, yes, I equate good food and get friendships as one of life’s greatest pleasures. Annell Livingston
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