You weren’t around
to help me eat,
so I had to go it alone.
No one to push me
but myself.
Using the fine China
loosening the belt
bellying up to the table
and using the tablecloth for a bib,
I dig in.
So much to choose from,
but some of each
certainly fits the bill.
The list grows,
the stomach swells.
This weekend, I choose gluttony.
And I’ll be paying for it later.
Jared,
Thank you for all of your poetry and creativity. I hope more Gram poems are in you. Divorce sucks. It kept me from many family meals where Gram insisted on seconds, thirds….. Even so, I feel her with me, I hear her voice. Her capacity to love was amazing. The picture you shared shows it all. Keep writing and serving yourself seconds. (Might want to skip the thirds.) Your voice is rich and important. It will guide you through the tough times.
Much love to you and your family,
Jody
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