Dinner

Story Building Memories

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Chris came for dinner tonight. 

Spaghetti and meatballs.

His favorite. 

For a moment, 

It was like he was home, 

Not living far away, 

One of mine, 

At my table, 

Sheltered by watchful eyes, 

And listening ears, 

Ready to speak words, 

Of affirmation and, 

Healing if need be. 

My son. 

Just loved talking, 

About the future that, 

Pulls him further from the fabric, 

Of my life, 

The seams stretch, 

The patterns separate, 

And I know this brief weaving, 

Of our lives, 

Is fleeting. 

And it is precious to me.