Ending

it's Saturday morning, and NilsenLife is late again. It's the time of the week when we stretch our creative writing muscles over there at Red Writing Hood, and this week's assignment was a narrative poem about family dynamics. Better late than never, right?

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Ending.

you had orange juice. i had coffee.

we sat at the breakfast table, you and i.

like every morning for forty six years

we sat and the sun poured in onto our chilly hearts.

you had orange juice. i had coffee.

we sat at the breakfast table, you and i.

you stared into the woods

i stared into the street, watching neighbors kiss morning goodbyes.

you had orange juice. i had coffee.

we sat at the breakfast table, you and i.

you pushed papers across the table, and said

i think it's time.

you had orange juice. i had coffee.

we sat at the breakfast table, you and i.

i stared into the woods with you, and said

yes. i think it's time.

you had orange juice. i had coffee.

we sat at the breakfast table, you and i

like every morning for forty six years

and agreed we were done.

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**UPDATE: please remember with all this creative writing that it's fiction. Mr NilsenLife & I are doing just fine, thanks. (And, we've not been married for even half of 46 years!)