TABLE GRACES

 

TABLE GRACES

To my sister Sharon

I remember the table graces

We said over our peanut butter sandwiches

On Saturdays, how grape jelly seemed to me like

Communion and  it shone like garnets

How my grandfather cut up carrot sticks to go with the

Sandwiches

Or else, they were tuna fish and so delicious

And we ate them while Grandmother taught her music pupils

So that we were listening to classical

piano music polished to silken perfection

On Saturdays while eating our pbjs or our tuna fish sandwiches

And our root beer floats our apples and oranges

And kindness swelled and piano music

And the sun shone all day.

mary angela douglas 23 april 2024