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A dinner party,
what a lovely thought,
bring pictures from your vacation;
I’ll bring treasures from mine,
we’ll have a little dinner
and sip a little wine.
Arriving two hours later
than originally planned,
the food was fresh and hot
the evening was not.
Something was off,
wasn’t really comfortable
right from the start.
Then a swoosh! !
out the door
in a rush to somewhere else;
with barely a hug goodbye.
Night after night
aching heart so deep,
waking through the night
continuing to weep,
an old woman grieves
for those who
pretended to care
about a lovely dinner party
but that’s NOT at all
to say it ended there.
Carolyn Brunelle
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