Once

While walking
down the pathway
near the pond,
she embraces her
Tupperware bowl filled with
freshly-picked blueberries.

She steps decisively
dodging often hard-to-see,
grassy holes so that not one
berry is lost on her journey
back to the kitchen.

Today would be a good day
to make homemade muffins.
Noticing the flutter
of two playful cardinals
near the blueberry bushes,
she smiles at nature’s design.

In the distance through tall pines,
she hears the lonesome dove’s song.
She cups her fingers around a few berries
and fondly recalls, vividly remembers.

She recalls the warmth of his hands,
how he would hold hers while walking
so-many-times this pathway to the pond.
Once more she is taken to
their time, to the days and nights
they had shared.

Sun’s warm rays rush
giving a special luster
to the beautiful berries.
In synchronized flight,
the cardinals suddenly lift
toward silver-lined clouds;
the dove echoes its sorrowful cry.

She decides
now is a perfect time
to make those
blueberry muffins.

5 comments

  1. Jan,

    What a beautiful way to begin my Saturday! A cyber cuppa and blueberry muffins.

    Nothing could be finer. You built smiles and love into these lines and they leave a glow
    that transfers to the reader.

    “Noticing the flutter
    of two playful cardinals
    near the blueberry bushes,
    she smiles at nature’s design.”

    My day is complete. You paint beautiful pictures with your pen!

    Sarah

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    • Dear Sarah,

      Thank you for your kind words–such a warm response. This was actually written in 2004, but I recall vividly (even now) this particular walk with Momma at our pond’s pathway. We were picking blueberries & placing them in her Tupperware bowl. The birds I described were there. She talked a lot that day about missing Daddy since his death.

      Jan

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  2. Hi Jan

    This is such a beautiful poem, almost bittersweet in its reflective way as she looks on past times with someone special

    She recalls the warmth of his hands,
    how he would hold hers while walking
    so-many-times this pathway to the pond.
    Once more she is taken to
    their time, to the days and nights
    they had shared.

    I love the way you interfuse this poem with the movement of birds and how they signal the delicious presence of blueberries while the song chords of the dove invokes reminiscence. And when the precious memory has passed the cardinals take off toward he clouds. She is both invigorated by the impulse to make muffins but also by a past closeness, a fond memory.

    Beautifully Done!
    Wendy

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    • Dear Wendy,
      Responses like yours nudge writers like me to create & share more. Thank you for seeing ‘the tug’ in time & place–& in spaces in the heart– in this one. How the heart hurts when someone dearly-loved has departed. Watching someone else’s grief/sorrow is hurtful, too. We know that hearts which hurt know depths of love that hold the bittersweet–no matter how many seasons pass after a loved one’s passing. Love hurts. It’s lovely, but it hurts, too.
      Take care.
      Jan

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  3. Jan, it is about her, and him. It is also about you, who went with her there, watched her miss the “grassy holes”, saw what she felt and how the birds lifted her spirits, and how it was really about her next move: the blueberry muffins. Something to do. Your poems always make me pause, even when they make me laugh or cry.
    ptc

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