The table is set:
with your dinnerware
your silverware
your goblets
your candlestick holders; maybe even your candles.
Everything looks so beautiful.
But, I feel such a sense of sadness, because I never asked you:
about the dinnerware: it is so unique - where did it come from, how did you get it?
about the silverware: was it something you bought on one of your many foreign adventures?
about the goblets: they are so beautiful – where did they come from, how did you get them?
Oh, my dear dear mother – I had my chance, and so many opportunities.
I'll eat this meal with friends tonight, but I will be thinking of you. And, I'll be remembering ALL the many, many wonderful feasts we ate at your beautiful and bounteous table.
My food won't be as tasty; as plentiful; as copious; as flavorful, as nourishing, as colorful and beautiful; nothing quite ever is.
Thank you dear, Mom, for the gift of beauty! I love you.
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