Balone-Liness Poem by Barry A. Lanier
Balone-Liness
Rating: ★5.0
I miss her so much
I still cook meals for two
Always two plate settings
A red rose on her plate
Unless we are talking
Just me and the silence
That surrounds me
I place the dishes in the sink
Lying to myself
'I'll wash them later'
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4/29/2024 4:39:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I know what you mean cooking meals for someone who was always there, but not still. After my children left I seemed to prepare too much food too. Ah! you have a red rose in this poem too. You painted a sad picture with skill and sensitivity. 10 Karin Anderson