All
Sides of Life
by Joanne Faries
white
haired and stooped
silver
haired and slowing
two
men breakfasted every Thursday
corn
beef hash and wheat toast
pancakes
and bacon
one
coffee, one orange juice
smiles
on the side
regular
place, regular booth, regular chat
neighbors
originals
to the neighborhood
catty-corner
back lawn
past
the one with the added hedge
no
fences
history
on their side
kids,
church, couples bridge
dinners,
New Year’s, and Halloween
until
the women passed
one
sudden heart attack
one
lingering cancer
widowers
now retired
no
one by their side
breakfast
tradition began
only
missed by vacation
an
illness, snowstorm or two
years
rolled by, friendship grew
common
ground trod
eggs
or French toast variation
biscuits
on the side
one
met a lady friend
moved
to senior home
the
other stayed with his roots
Thursday
breakfast remained
tradition
upheld
until
the call came
farewell
from bedside
my
dad’s good buddy
gone
now, sad to say
fifty-five
years of friendship
hard
to fathom these days
no
more breakfast tickets
hearty
laughs or retread tales
stay
at home on Thursdays now
stay
inside
(Dedicated to Mr. Thompson - he shall be missed - and to my Dad)