Finally there, filling your sofa
raiding your freezer for ice.
Walking out to the river
its banks a storey higher
than the fields.
Taking the tram to the Dam
to the museum quarter
drifting through the Van Goghs
eating pancakes and poffertjes
in the shadow of windmills.
Finally with you, together at last
after years of hurt.
Finally the large barbeque
your Mums Pork Satay
and so many old friends.
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
We finally got to visit a dear friend in the Netherlands over the last two weeks. It was bliss……
A good celebration poem
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Thanks Derrick!
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It sounds like a wonderful reunion. Old friends who knew us when are very dear.
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Yes they are.
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Loved this feel good poem….a little envious….you had a great time.Thanks for sharing
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Thank you!
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Waiting has positive ends. A good story.
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Thank you Susan, one with a happy ending…
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Sweet!!!
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:)
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