Widowed Sisters: Thoughts from a Bread Box

Always, you bring me your thoughts
thinking I did not have any of my own
And always, I take them from you, gently
placing them in a box
beside the kitchen stove,
a bread box like the one mother promised to me
when I married,
but you claimed it as your birthright, yes

That is where I keep them, there, in the box
wrapped in cellophane,
plain see through cellophane;
not that green color they sell on TV-
I do not know if I believe
all they say about it, like its ability to prevent
wrinkles on your fruits. No, I do not believe

that, and after you leave
I turn off the kitchen light
and go off to bed, next to an old goose down pillow
that used to keep me up all night
snoring,
the cat sleeps there now

The next morning I awake
to coffee and to apple yogurt; apple yogurt that I
spread on a slice of the thoughts
you gifted the night before, and while truly
tasting them for the first time
I realize why I missed
you so when you married
and left home
many years ago - with my bread box

bkmackenzie
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One Shot Wednesday:  Sorry if I have not been around to visit everyone this week...husband is having some issues with his back and we have to get working on getting it taken care of ....I will get around and visit soon...bkm