Robert "Bob" Lester

Did I always think of Bob when walking past a pretty garden, petting a cat, or cutting a cucumber? Even though we haven´t met for years, it feels like he´s always been there, serene, smiling. I´d thought we´d see each other again, as people do. But no. His memory will have to live on in gardens, cats, and the occasional cucumber.

Blessings unlimited for Bob's family and friends. When he and I attended Sandra McPherson's writing workshop, his poetry was inflected with wit and altruism.\\\\\\\\\\