Poem for Karen|
A poem I wrote for my dear friend Karen who died last night surrounded by love and music, as she would have wanted it. She will live in our hearts and minds, our beloved friend.
You have been my mountain, a warm rock to lean my back against
when winter was in my bones.
You have been the wide song on a slow summer morning
calling to the magpie.
You have been the tune to whistle me home on those long dark nights
when I had forgotten my name.
You have been a still point,
a constant in my life,
like a tall tree on the horizon.
I never thought you would leave so soon, or leave such a big hole in my heart.
The acorn of our friendship started small and quiet at the back of the garden forty years ago. Each moment shared, grew a new bud, turned another season;
bending together in the garden plucking warm strawberries,
and tasting red summer,
laughing, and sometimes crying, over cups of tea on wide verandahs,
warm sun on our backs on cold winter mornings,
and cool water on brown skin, swimming in the creek on long hot afternoons,
and always the music, and the singing, floating through the days and the years.
Your big arms and practical hands always doing something,
gardening, cooking, weeding, typing, tuning, strumming, holding…
And now our friendship stands tall and wide at the Western window,
shading me from the hard sun.
I will cry for you when you are gone. All the sweet tears of remembering
these quiet moments shared.
My good friend, I will miss you.