A Single Suitcase Of Memories

For Miz Quickly’s poetry prompt: day 6, song title scramble
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And for The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #103 -merge, project, activate, technology, unity, mantra, smudge, sing, delicious, inquisitive, urge, stellar
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And for the Far Write writing group: single, suitcase, originate – and the phrase “soft gray fur pulsed”

A Single Suitcase of Memories

She would call, say “Welcome
to my morning,” or a simple “Come,
talk to me,” and urge to clear schedule
would merge with anticipation for what
we, together, defined as a “deep breakfast.”

Her apartment up on Solsbury Hill,
held a balcony, where we’d sit consuming
delicious warm croissants smudged
with what she laughingly called her
homemade apricot fudge, and we’d talk
for hours of our current projects,
the tiny geometries of life (both past
and present), while her cat Spoo
(that’s Oops spelled backwards)
would sprawl in my lap, her soft
gray fur constantly pulsing with
a rumbling purr of contentment.

She had an inquisitive mind, often
activating my own, and our words
could range from common digging
in the dirt, to stellar. I will always
regret that I never took time to tell her,

“Sophia, in your eyes, I found home.”

Elizabeth Crawford  4/6/13

Notes: Song titles: Come Talk To Me, Solsbury Hill, Digging In the Dirt, and In Your Eyes are by Peter Gabriel.
Deep Breakfast and Tiny Geometries are by Ray Lynch
and Welcome To My Morning is by John Denver.

I love music and my tastes are a bit eclectic. This was a fun process and allowed me to cover a lot of ground. The poem is somewhat fictional, yet based in some very specific memories. Sophia is the name of my inner crone. Her name means Wisdom.

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