Poetry Soup Convention

New partners at each meal, oh my, what fun. This time its Andrea, Sara and Carolyn. Our entrée is fish. Give you one guess who caught it. She had offered it free but the restaurant bought it. Michael has pulled this convention together. Everything has been perfect to even the weather. John has just given the inspired invocation. We’re all on the program in convoluted rotation. My attention right now is on these three friends Who have given encouragement and love without end. They are just as I pictured, so pretty and sweet and each as delighted as I am to meet. Now that I have met them, I am suddenly shy. They are so talented that I wonder why they would spend time with me, the oldest one here. I soon feel included. Each one is a dear. To get more acquainted we speak of our lives, Andrea and Sara are both happy wives. Carolyn is a young widow the same, as was I. We laugh at some stories, at others we cry. We talk very fast to get everything in. To miss such a chance would be a grave sin. We find deep connections to carry away to ponder on later on some lonely day. In four days of convention, we’ll meet all the others and soon we’ll be closer than sisters and brothers. When the meetings are over and it’s time for goodbye, we’ll know we’ve made friends to the day that we die. “A Table of Four” contest Joyce Johnson Carolyn Devonshire Andrea Dietrich Won a 4th in this contest. Sara Kendrick