It came to her after she slid the turkey out of the oven, wiped her hands on her apron,
how there might be only so many more times like this
with just this music playing and these voices circling,
maybe only twenty more,
or, if grace carried and He tarried, maybe another twenty after that —
but who’s to say —
there might only be a handful more —
of the light like this and the plates like that and
the last supper always ends sooner than you think.
She thought that at the sink,
how she didn’t know what tomorrow could bring,
but now had arrived and unwrapped like a gift —
The embrace at the door,
the loud laughter in the twilight greying,
the clock ticking down after the still —
her here at all.
So after the turkey and Aunt Eileen’s pie, she’d written it down and taped it up,
to remember when everything would spin fast for the more —-
how they had already received Godsends,
how a Tree had hung with Love and redeemed everything and now felt like glory in her lungs,
how they had so much to be thankful for.
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