I prepared the finest delicacies for my friends,

Royalty all – such qualities, as dedication, generosity, and attention to detail.

As we prepare to sell Priscilla’s house come February, a little weary of it all….

It was time for tea- one lump of sugar of two?

Our shared loss, so much better with friends, wondering…

What to do with her books,

Her dishes , her pottery wheel?

We needed to sit in the sound of each others voices

A possible cure for what still ails us.

I drank too much coffee

As I held the container for our grief

But it was my turn to host

And it is new years eve,

Time to celebrate at the shared table

Allowing for spirit to enter and inform us as she will.