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To Philippe

Autumn gives way
To Winter now
The grey clouds carry
An added weight of chill
And I must guard myself
Against these things of nature . . . Now

In our Spring
And during our Summer
You stood there
… Just there
by the stove …
Using your hands
To mix
The science of your mind
The art in your eye
The fragrant soul
known to your nose
In the hope of recreating
A beauty hung upon the walls
Of your immense life
Through the agency of my tongue

You taught I listened
You cooked I tasted

The imprint of your hand
Is upon my face
It will forever be a grace there

Yet will I again be fed
Of the gracious things you made?
I feel as though a flower
Has bloomed, and the bees
Have taken its nectar
Allowing this flower
To fruit

Before you I had tasted this fruit
And now, after you, I shall again
Eat this fruit
Yet you somehow added a taste
Which I cannot speak
And will now only be a memory
Upon my lips

Your hands added the elemental powers
That caressed me
Though I shall never again
Be the receiver from your now still hands

None of what you have done
Is lost

It is here
Upon me
And I shall sing it
With what little tune I have
To any ear that may be
Granted me

There follows your goofy grin
Saying “Let those who sing sing”
Though I cannot bend to the shape
Of your perfection
I will sing

None of what your hands have done
Is lost
It is here
Upon my face
Look at me

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Philippe Fanjeaud
Left us on November 5, 2000
Musician, Gourmand, Cook, Friend, Beloved Brother-In-Law

Tags

memorial, poetry

Comments

  • Ann Warrenton
    Ann Warrentonalmost 4 years ago

    October 17,2010 Congratulations, wonderful work.

  • Thank you. This one means a lot to me.

    – Honario

  • Ann Warrenton
    Ann Warrentonalmost 4 years ago

    Your welcome :)

  • lilynoelle
    lilynoellealmost 4 years ago

    Beautiful work!

  • gary roberts
    gary robertsover 3 years ago


    well done! great piece of work!

  • Wow! Thanks!

    – Honario

  • BabyM2
    BabyM2over 3 years ago

    Sad and beautiful.. congrats on your feature

  • Thank you. THough he could be exasperating at times he is missed.

    – Honario

  • Sheryl Gerhard
    Sheryl Gerhardover 2 years ago

    What a beautiful tribute.

  • It’s hard for me to re-read this one. It all flows back overwhelming so.

    – Honario

  • Kirstine Dieckmann
    Kirstine Dieck...about 2 years ago

    “None of what your hands have done
    Is lost”
    Those lines are my favourite. Amazing.
    This entire thing is a piece of gorgeous writing. Well done.

  • Thank you!

    – Honario

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