Repast

Iota of Time 

After we shared the smoked mackerel,

olive bread, and wild rice we sautéed

with fresh sweet pepper, 

you played your symphony in four parts

- music strung together while caring for your 

failing mother still sporting a crown.

Her tempestuous majesty plays a little too long,

scoring no surprises. But you orchestrate

a chance that the last second, at least the last,

may kindness be her finale. 

~ LCMH