Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Epicure

Five of us around the crisp, white tablecloth,
Smiling, laughing, loving for so long.
One tentatively tastes Friday's gateway to freedom,
Two slowly sips her son's wedding,
Three chokes with exhaustion and the unnecessary medication,
Four nibbles with delight on skyping her son and his new German family,
And five gulps down their love and warm familiarity.
Five of us swaddled in the bon vivant of our shared motherhood.

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