A seat at the table

When you are away, we do not sit in your seat at the table. It is yours, and we honor it. Leave it as you left it pushed in or out, a piece of your clothing draped across the back of the chair, a dusting of crumbs near the cold center groove where you last sat and ate warm penne, garlic bread, a salad. In that chair, your thin legs dangling, you are somewhere between cherry and blonde wood, between disparate emotional spaces, between places you call home.

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Categories: Parenting, Photography, Writing

2 Comments on “A seat at the table”

  1. May 6, 2013 at 9:13 am #

    …and we wait with bated breath for the return of our beloved…

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