Sometimes, I’ll come across You.
Today, it happened when I was rummaging through my recipe folder
The one with the magazine clippings and stolen ideas
And hastily written hand-me-downs from people I love
And towards the back, I saw your handwritten note.
Something mundane, about a small wok you had bought me
But it struck me then how alive you once were
With thoughts and wishes and advice and love
And that you were an individual with fabulous penmanship
And a gift for giving
And a heart that would
And I miss you, oh so very much.
All these tears, just because I was trying to find
The recipe for pineapple tarts. xx