You knew it was coming
As you traveled the parkway,
As you passed the never-moving
Mack Truck,
As you
Paused in the elevator
Yet, it would hit you
As you stepped into the hallway.
The smell.
Carefully selected,
Cooked for hours,
Sliced paper thin,
With repugnant mint jelly.
After a lifetime of birthing,
Raising her gaggle,
Struggling to survive farm-life,
Watching them disperse,
It was all she had left for
The last grandchildren.
I think of her now
As I share Crayola & Gerald,
Embrace Pokeman & Minecraft,
Grateful that I have something left.
Someday, I hope,
I will leave mine
With memories
Not of leg-of-lamb,
But of my presence.
3 comments:
Newtreemom
Presence shared is what we all really long for…
Being there is the most important part of ourselves that we can share. arjeha
I do love the sensory imagery here - - the smell of the leg of lamb, the shuffling of people noise, the gathering and colors of the crayons - - so much to love about presence over presents. We all love the togetherness over everything else.
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