A poem for Leslie.
Friend of Sizzle on the Grill.
Leslie was the person I spoke with most often when working with Girls on a Grill. Mother to Kate and Alison to whom she lovingly referred to as “the girls” (a phrase which I altered in friendship and fun to “da goyles.”) She was the indefatigable champion of family meals and sent me notes about what they cooked when the girls were home for the weekend, she often included pictures, not for publication but just because. We would talk – by email or phone – and our correspondence and conversations always perked up my day. This spring she shared photos from the wedding celebration for one of her daughters and, considering the pictures of Kate and Allison you see in their profile – I was not surprised to see that she too, was lovely. And bald. In more than 2 years of working together she never bothered to mention that she was also fighting cancer.
Her last email to me several months back contained an extra helping of grilling recipes with pictures. I wondered why she would go to such trouble of stocking me up with posts. Then last week I received a thoughtful note from her husband informing me of her passing. Even today, as I write this, my heart is full and eyes misty – because in this crazy modern world of virtual cyber friendships, Leslie connected with me on a very human level. We never met in person but it seemed to me I got to know her a little bit. I thank her family for sharing her with me and all of us and look forward to many opportunities to share meals, in person or virtually, with “the goyles” as we all move forward.
Recently I commissioned a poem from my friend Meredith. Nearly every Sunday at the local Ballard Farmer’s Market Meredith perches herself on a wooden crate and balances a manual typewriter on her lap. For nothing more than a kind word (I do recommend a donation!) she’ll engage you in a short conversation and, as you walk about the stalls of freshly harvested vegetables, fruits and food vendors, she composes. When you return she will have written a poem for you. Sometimes I’ve enjoyed being the patron for little kidlets who happen along with their parents in tow – delighting in their reaction to the experience of hearing a real person read aloud a poem written just for them.
I share the poem Meredith composed for me and dedicate it to Leslie and her family. I think she would like it. I hope you do.
Sizzle on the Grill
Lay out the last days
of late summer find
the perfect hours in them,
heat the grill ’till the flames
burn blue. Brush the cuts
of meat, cook them through
with sweet smoke, slowly.
The season is finishing well,
slowly in the backyard. The light,
the coals, our sticky fingers prove it.
©M. Clark
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