And it's delicious.
Until I think about eating it alone.
And then I remember childhood suppers and miss all the people I love who are dead or who live elsewhere.
(A sandwich might have been a better idea.)
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Family Supper
Sometimes I treat myself like company or like family and make supper. Not a sandwich, not yogurt and a granola bar, not a little salad, but a for-real homemade meal.
And it's delicious.
Until I think about eating it alone.
And then I remember childhood suppers and miss all the people I love who are dead or who live elsewhere.
(A sandwich might have been a better idea.)
And it's delicious.
Until I think about eating it alone.
And then I remember childhood suppers and miss all the people I love who are dead or who live elsewhere.
(A sandwich might have been a better idea.)
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