I had dinner with my parents after I read this. And breakfast the next morning. Mom made both meals even though I offered to take them somewhere. That's what she does. I pay attention because I know that they're slowing down now. My sadness is preemptive. My love is constant and, together with my well-remembered meals with them, will hopefully be enough to keep me from wilting altogether when the sadness no longer has fear and anticipation attached to it.
Everything about this is so generous it's making my heart hurt. Thank you for every single word---
Thank you, Toni.
This is beautiful, Sherman. So happy that I found you! Wishing you well.
Thank you, Linda.
This might be my favorite poem of yours.
Wow, thank you, Dan.
Beautiful poem, Sherman. I cried a little too.
Thank you, Pam.
I had dinner with my parents after I read this. And breakfast the next morning. Mom made both meals even though I offered to take them somewhere. That's what she does. I pay attention because I know that they're slowing down now. My sadness is preemptive. My love is constant and, together with my well-remembered meals with them, will hopefully be enough to keep me from wilting altogether when the sadness no longer has fear and anticipation attached to it.
Thank you, Sherman.
I love this , so beautiful 💞
Thank you so much.
Thank you. CX
You’re welcome.