Saturday, March 13, 2010


On Valentine's Weekend, my dear Supper Club Friends came to town! We had a grand weekend which included visiting some sights on the Bourbon Trail, Lunch at Talbot's Tavern in Bardstown, and some hanging out fun!!

We also had a wonderful adventure cooking our hubbies a tasty Valentine Meal. All of us have been married over 30 years, it was a fun celebration. I had decorated with Roses and Hearts and we cooked up a storm. Marge who is a great shopper with a zest for life surpassed by few,had purchased all of us Pink Hearts for the occasion.

A week or so later, I received this Thank You Poem in the mail. It made my day. Thank you Marge for being you and being my friend for over 30 years!

The Weekend

Just the other day I was shopping
through the mall,
moving as if underwater from store to store,
from kiosk to kiosk,
when I found myself in the valentine section
where my eyes fell upon a chain with a pink plastic heart.

No gift card for any amount
could send one into this thrill-
a thrill where I darted quickly
through the bright shopping center
stretching to reach and then grabbing
the heart, a gift for my friend Becky.

I had never seen anyone use this kind of heart,
or wear this kind of heart,
but that did not keep me from thinking
over and over again and again
until I decided to buy
the pink plastic heart for my friend Becky

She gave me food and wine from her counter,
and I gave her a pink plastic heart.
She provided me with a bed to sleep upon,
a tour of the Bourbon Trail,
games to play and music to hear
and then led me out into the airy light

and taught me how to cook and laugh,
and I,in turn presented her with a pink plastic heart.
Here are several meals, she said
and here are the recipes and directions.
and here is your pink plastic heart, I replied,
which I purchased all on my own.

Here is a well fed body and a smiling face,
rested, relaxed and grateful,
and 4 or 5 new recipes to live on, she said
and here, I said, is the pink plastic heart I found for you at the mall.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift---not the worn truth
that you can never repay a true friend,
but the honest admission that when Becky took
the pink plastic heart and wore it all weekend,
I was sure as a friend could be
that this useless, worthless thing I gave her
would be enough.

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful poem....gee I wish I could write like that.



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