If he wasn’t in my face, he was probably in the kitchen,
If he couldn’t even cook then I probably wouldn’t listened,
Shredding carrots, peeling potatoes,
Schmearing and tearing, no longer hollow,
Pots are bubbling,
Thoughts are troubling,
Oh look a flaming red flag,
Medium rare, devotion in bag,
Ate it up like it was home (look at the mess we) made,
Your departure, gift of bitter/sweet before/after lemonade
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 