Today, a poem composed on the day of my daughter’s departure to study in Europe for five months.
Peaches in a bowl
There it stands
The Indian metal bowl
Silver outside
Burnt orange and black streaks
Glossed in its basin
Inside arranged with care
Each sticker taken from the skin
Eight peaches and five nectarines
It stands
In the middle of the long table
Where we talked
Where we laughed
Where we played
Where we cried
Where we became who
It stands alone
In the late afternoon light
The only thing
Y’need to know on this earth
Filling the air with scent
Before your flight
It stands there
Until your return
Peaches are so out of season where I am right now, and those look delicious. A beautiful poem, with so much to convey. Well done.