Friendship Bread
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Dear poet friends departed, as I ponder
the things I learned about you and the way
our time together made my heart grow fonder,
there seems so very little I can say.
As poets sometimes do, I’ll use a metaphor.
Your friendship was a lovely kind of bread -
a sprouted whole grain I like even more
when it’s toasted warm and then with butter spread.
Notes to each other warmed the bread! I got to know
the person underneath the poetry.
Your poems were splendid, but our special glow
of friendship was the butter spread deliciously.
Every kind of bread has its own flavor.
The taste of joy you brought me can’t be measured.
Each friendship is unique, and I’ll always savor
memories of you with all my others treasured.
Dedicated to Dave Austin and to other poet friends I met along the way who since have passed away.
Sept. 3, 2017
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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