sadness

AT THE KITCHEN TABLEMom sat across the tableFrom me, and altho I had my head downI knew from sideways glance that hers Was too.We hadn't even buried Dad yetHe'd died just yesterdayMy breakfast fixed for the two of us, inadequate Barely touched, just sorta pushed aroundThe plate for the food wasn't just

After losing my husband, soulmate, lover, best friend and sounding board, I did not know where to go or what to do. The funeral was over. Friends and family went home and on with their lives. My house which was filled with people was suddenly empty. The hospital bed that my husband used was gone.