You’re in Kansas, serving noodles with cheese.
I miss your homemade sauce. Washing
Dishes, sending children to bathe, you tease
The girls and chase Buddy, who’s protesting,
But he’s dirty, gard’ning all day with dad.
Monkey-towel hat after his bath, choosing
Stories, like Bear Wants More. Pajama-clad,
He’s snug in bed. It’s quiet time: reading,
LEGOs, playing a game, for an hour.
The Litany of Saints by candlelight:
St. Athanasius, pray for us. Kiss our
Children. In Boston, as you say good night,
I talk and laugh, maybe sipping some wine,
Thinking of you, missing your hand in mine.
