I do not like the way you thank me after I have shopped and chopped
diced.sliced. steamed, creamed, baked, boiled and toiled to prepare your meal.
tossed your salad with fresh veggies from the Farmers Market so carefully selected for you.
Fresh garlic,finely diced and hanging onto pieces of spinach....
...perfect
Artichoke hearts and divine , precious blue cheese crumbled into my favorite blue Chinese bowl.
Small organic potatoes- purple and gold tossed so gently with fine olive oil and sea salt
blah blah
candles lit
sweet music; that I know matters to you from times past, playing, as your fork bangs upon the
plate and you stare out the window and sometimes utter something about yourself at me
as your white napkin gets soiled
I ask if you would like a piece of German chocolate cake for dessert
"yes", you say
I serve it
I know you are an old man and your thoughts are all about yourself.
I know that your chair at the table will soon be empty.
The clanging of the fork will be silent.
I try to practice acceptance as I walk away from the table and wait for you to find your way back to the tv
so I can clean the kitchen and do it all again tomorrow.
I will
I will do it all again tomorrow
Still...I wish you could find a way you say "thank you" so I would add vanilla ice cream with your cake