At the breakfast table-
Visions of my mother
Slicing strawberries
For my cereal.
Her hands..
Purposeful, skilled.
Beholding a lifetime
Of textured dexterity.
And now I sit,
Alone in the same chair,
Stirring milk
Into my coffee.
No longer bound there
By dependence,
I slice strawberries
For my cereal.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
At the breakfast table-
Visions of my mother
Slicing strawberries
For my cereal.
Her hands..
Purposeful, skilled.
Beholding a lifetime
Of textured dexterity.
And now I sit,
Alone in the same chair,
Stirring milk
Into my coffee.
No longer bound there
By dependence,
I slice strawberries
For my cereal.
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