Table For One Poem by Dianne Feaver
Table For One
Before the funeral, women rush about
as one heartbeat, laying out a table
with familiar offerings, arranged for
small moments of comfort.
They work in quiet service
that they not miss the joyous sound
of the one whose turn it is
to attend a different feast,
the one called to lead the toast
to women who rush about
setting out a table for one,
in silent hope their own
will be as full.
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