Invitation


let’s have a conversation

no, not a wish list to reply

let’s go somewhere and listen

we can laugh or we can cry

let’s stop and say nothing

or just smell the air around

let’s have a conversation

or never make a sound

what is really of value

is you are here for me

and I am always seeking

to have a conversation

a time to sit and be…

 

Copyrighted:  2017 CMM

Table of Love


 

 

I think it was chocolate mahogany

 

                 large rounded carved ornate legs

 

                 coming down under the broad leaf table.

 

Grandma made the green gingham tablecloth spread across

 

over a protective plastic lining beneath.

 

 

Seven places for the family in the evening meal,

 

               three generations of grandparents, parent, children,

 

              head of the table Granddaddy sat quiet, not saying much.

 

At the other head, was Grandma; she would talk about the day.

 

Who did what when, and “lord, it is hot today.”

 

 

Mother sat in the middle of my little sister and me.

 

               She often didn’t say much, when she did, it was measured.

 

               My older sister sat across from me with her light brown hair,

 

blue eyes that never smiled.

 

Next to her, my brother, with his dark hair and light eyes,

 

glancing often to the criticism that came his way.

 

 

 

There was a lot of pain at the table at Grandma’s house.

 

                The pain was from the very person who was not present.

 

                 It was a gift of my father before he left …

 

The sun would set in the evening over the table of love.

 

But it didn’t take away the darkness that no one spoke about.

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