The Gift

I pull out the 

newest 

tea towel -

a set.

She just

moved into

her first owned 

house.

She took 

the time 

and bought 

me towels - two.

For my new life.

I miss her voice, 

but imagine

it.

As I wipe

the droplets of

water

from the dishes.

I miss the tea,

the teaching,

the friendship.

Wrapped in

this gift

is a 100

memories.

I dab

the droplet

that fell

from my eye -

with the

center

of the yellow flower.