Chris G. Vaillancourt

(April 5,1959 / Canada)

After Dinner We Remembered


We ate the dinner I prepared.
Strong coffee followed.
Relaxing in the living room.
Talking about this and that and other things.
We had a memory or two that sustained us
in our conversations.
Our talking covered a variety of topics
and we
rambled on happily in our remembering.
Was it really over twenty years ago
that we were high school students?
This was our link, our bond, our
sense of who we were and who we are.
What I remembered you remembered.
What I believed, so did you.
We shared our views on history
as if our words were golden idols
which we could worship at our pleasure.
The only topics we skirted were those
that dealt with who we are now.
Avoiding comparisons with our ambitions,
we compared only those events that
had happened a long time ago.
Abstract meanderings on people we knew
and places we had wandered to.
We followed our coffee with dessert.
A pleasant tasting cake which
you had baked and brought to our reunion.
I wonder what flavour of ice cream
would be most appropriate
with a cake that was filled
with yesterday?

Submitted: Thursday, November 05, 2009
Edited: Monday, May 12, 2014

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  • Valsa George (8/31/2013 3:54:00 AM)

    The exciting reunion of long lost friends, rambling the corridors of memory, discussing things intimately known to both, occasionally meandering into places and people familiar and dear for both! Even the cake they ate had a flavour of yester years! I can easily connect with this great write! Thanks for the nice comment! ! (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (11/9/2009 6:48:00 AM)

    Just read the above poem, coudn't comment earlier - now I can. i loved it a lot - much like my experience, but with my wife, and so we can move from yesterday to today and the flavour of the ice cream would be hot whatever it is
    Mark (Report) Reply

  • Pia Andersson (11/8/2009 4:10:00 PM)

    'I wonder what flavour of ice cream
    would be most appropriate
    with a cake that was filled
    with yesterday? '
    What a brilliant way of ending your poem! !
    Sounds like the last meal
    Wishing you a lovely evening (Report) Reply

  • kumba dickman (11/6/2009 8:47:00 PM)

    I like Rocky road. You can make dinner for me whenever you want. You are so insightful and clever. (Report) Reply

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