A Year Waiting, A Morning’s Preparation
written by: Thomas Park
@mystified131
At the farmhouse
Wind through trees
Sounds of cooking,
Water boiling, knives cutting potatoes
Though we used to share most meals
It’s now once a year at best
Make it a feast
4 hours preparation
First one stuffed is turkey
Stepfather in living room, on
Comfortable chair, wearing glasses, reading book
For Mom and me, it’s a project
I am given the occasional task,
Leaning, excited, on the table’s corner
At last, ’round noon, the meal is ready
Table full, silverware set, lit candle
A prayer is said, and food consumed
My only regret
That a year of waiting, morning cooking
Couldn’t take just as long to eat
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