Over Dinner As We Ate
Serving hate
Over Dinner As We Ate
In the stillness of my mind
I see the child I left behind
chubby little fingers
catching fireflies in the dark
a fragile smile
a tender heart...
...but then it starts...
a new kind of game
a new way to play
we learned how to judge
we learned how to hate
we learned this and more
over dinner as we ate
as the food was passed around
we passed around our thoughts
who was worth our blessing
and who decidedly was not
Oh what a world this would be
if we still chased fireflies in the dark
learned love instead of hate
over dinner as we ate
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Robin Edwards
Robin is a veteran, having proudly served in the United States Air Force. She worked as a speech therapist for several years before retiring. She enjoys writing, working on art, and margaritas!
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