I wanted to do something to mark the life of Peggy Lipton who sadly passed away last week. I don’t know much about the lady herself, but I thought she brought so much love and warmth to the character of Norma Jennings in Twin Peaks that I thought I could approach it that way. This is a poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy it and that it reminds you of her and the character that she breathed such beautiful life into.
Ovens are cold
No sound of frying bacon
jukebox is silent
No orders will be taken
You filled it with love
Now just so much space
You were it’s beating heart
Now there’s not a trace
Years of heartache
Life behind painted smiles
Until at last love came for you
Redeeming all your trials
Napkins folded stiffly
Menus standing tall
But all will go untouched today
As if covered by a shawl
Your inner strength
Shone out for all to see
Lover, friend and confidant
They all will lesser be
For in the diner all is cold
No pie or coffee steams
Customers are gone today
remembering you in dreams
Your wise counsel; open heart
The way you knew them all
Each customer was family
With you for the long haul
The Double R; your life’s creation
Will stand for years to come
May all who eat there think of you
And savour every crumb
Thanks for reading,
Richard
If you are interested in reading any more of my poetry, you can find it by clicking the links below.
links below.
What the Haiku! – The Complete Collection
Lady of the Blue Rose – a poem
Are you still seeing this…? Some limericks
Palindrome for Dark Woods – a poem
The Battle of the Bob Bubble – a poem
Cinquains for Lucy, Audrey, Candie and others
The Ardenna Crossing 
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