It All Comes Down to Cheese
©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson
When everything is said and done,
it all comes down to cheese.
Will you take it? Can you leave it?
Does it bring you to your knees?
When everything is said and done,
it all comes down to cheese.
Will you take it? Can you leave it?
Does it bring you to your knees?
I know it’s true, of course – quite real;
yet somehow, I can’t help but feel
that nothing else is real if you are gone.
Art by Simon Dewey
We hear at times a distant voice,
distilled upon the heart:
“I have a work for you, my child,
a masterwork of art.”
I’m well aware that you’re not here,
a little too aware, I fear;
and yet, neither are you quite gone,
despite the truth that you’ve passed on.
They didn’t dig you up, only my feelings,
stilled ones that slept with you under the ground.
Deep wounds that went unnoticed by their absence,
well-buried until anguish lost was found.
Soon or late, each soul must learn
how quickly the whole world can turn
upon its axis, in a flash,
as long-held dreams rain down in ash.
We do not see thee;
we are blind, and yet
we feel thy hand.
Always hold your people close.
Don’t let them stray too far.
Bear them within, as a reminder
who you really are.