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Kitchen Table Conversation

by Jeffrey Parren

Here we sit
Just you and I

The television is off
Talking about current events

Idiot politicians, horrible Katrina
Another hurricane? My current girlfriend

Your wheelchair you sit
Kitchen chair I sit

I am eating my usual things
We are talking about old events

My car accident, me as a baby
Dialysis two nights before, or tonight’s

We are talking
You and me

Here we sit
Just you and I

Then I realize the truth
Of the situation

I am sitting alone
Fork in hand

I miss you more and more, mom
Every day we don’t just sit and chat

09/21/2005

Author's Note: Almost a year...

Posted on 09/21/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/21/05 at 01:51 PM

...jeff, it's times like this that an active imagination is a blessing/curse...name it, claim it...good poetic therapy, seriously...peace, chaz

Posted by Rula Shin on 09/22/05 at 04:53 PM

Yes, the spirits do reach out in moments of reflection and touch us, penetrate our skin with warmth, traveling into the depths of our hearts, our thoughts wandering those beautiful fields of dreams...when we come back we are left feeling the loss as though propelled back to that passing moment. This is a beautiful recollection and expression of the deep love that does not die with the body, but lives on eternally as a part of that whole that is the beautiful energy of the universe...

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/23/05 at 03:35 AM

How can these emotional associations ever die? they will live and make us relive time and again despite the knowing of the reality. beautiful emotions expressed here

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