06 July 2009

the only way

the only way
to communicate
to let you know
that I am here
and you are not--
not forgotten--
is through
the words
of a poem

and even if
i never hear from you
again
i am here
and you
you will never be--
never be forgotten

©2009-Art Belliveau
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Princess said...

There was an explosion in my kitchen the other day.

It happened quite by accident, as I imagine most explosions do. I was making lunch for my kids, a task I rarely enjoy. Luckily, my babes are creatures of habit and gladly would eat the same thing for lunch almost every day.

On his mini bagel, I spread smooth peanut butter. On hers, cream cheese. And, of course, I always lick the knife (living dangerously). Somehow, when going from sandwich A to sandwich B, a little peanut butter and cream cheese got smeared on the same finger. And, without thinking, I licked it.

And – boom! – I liked it.

Wow.

Every day brings surprises.

July 7, 2009 at 4:03 PM
Art Belliveau said...

And smiles. Thanks for the story. I needed that.

July 7, 2009 at 8:06 PM

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