AT THE KITCHEN TABLE
Mom sat across the table
From me, and altho I had my head down
I knew from sideways glance that hers
Was too.
We hadn't even buried Dad yet
He'd died just yesterday
My breakfast fixed for the two of us, inadequate
Barely touched, just sorta pushed around
The plate for the food wasn't just
Hey You, it’s me in Heaven
And I’m here to say Hello
I didn’t get to say goodbye
Before I had to go
I want to let you know that...
I am here, just at your side
Just look to your left shoulder
This will cannot be fixed. Those around us, however, will try. Most are well-intentioned, perhaps, but that doesn't make their words helpful.
Words matter. What we say, how we say it, and who we say it to matters, because those around us can be greatly impacted by the language we use and the words we choose to communicate with.
