Poem – Nostalgia – By Charmaine Candappa
NOSTALGIA
In this twilight hour
I sit alone thinking of last summer
Of the hours together, of things we shared.
Lessons learned, the tea and coffee breaks
Followed by many study assignments.
The trembling fears on those crucial days
We had to conquer.
I recall yesterday’s conversations
Our hopes, our plans, and the sadness of parting.
I remember how you tossed your salad shaking your bowl blending in the seasoning.
I wonder how you are doing, yet knowing you are okay.
I wonder if we would see each other again
And in these many hours of aloneness
I weave together the threads of my memories
Tracing with hope a quilt with the separate pieces
Each piece has my heart print.
My gift to you, to wrap around your shoulders
And feel the warmth of our friendship.
In this twilight hour
I sit alone thinking of last summer
Of the hours together, of things we shared.
Lessons learned, the tea and coffee breaks
Followed by many study assignments.
The trembling fears on those crucial days
We had to conquer.
I recall yesterday’s conversations
Our hopes, our plans, and the sadness of parting.
I remember how you tossed your salad shaking your bowl blending in the seasoning.
I wonder how you are doing, yet knowing you are okay.
I wonder if we would see each other again
And in these many hours of aloneness
I weave together the threads of my memories
Tracing with hope a quilt with the separate pieces
Each piece has my heart print.
My gift to you, to wrap around your shoulders
And feel the warmth of our friendship.
