Poetry Month: Day 25th – One of My Own

To those
with whom
we endure:

Gracious and humble thanks
for eating our
burnt rigatoni
our scorched macaroni

All the little parts of us
that char and deaden
taste, feeling

Thanks given
for not loving
some ideal

Thanks given
for loving

Me, us-

Burnt noodles.

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About Sean Smith

Husband, Father, Pastor, Swimmer, Writer, Reader, and attempted Adventurer!
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