I had ideas for posts last night, but then a phone call came that wiped everything else from my mind. A few hours later, when I finally had a moment alone on a computer, what came spilling out was this...
hands lost in soapy water
I glimpse the reflection in the window
a face that looks older than it did
an hour ago
before your call
I scrub pots and pans
the stain etched on your hope
washed away as easily
as the remnants of today's supper
p.s. The story is not mine to share, but if you are the praying type, whisper a prayer for pain unspoken.