7 guests at my dinner table.
My choice.
But no,
I decline that option.
Over-stimulating. Under-gratifying.
I don't need genius, celebrity or saintliness.
The ego chatter can't please.
There is no place at my table for that
No, I'll have just 1 guest, thanks.
My dad.
Having his undivided attention
would
reach into my dark places
with a little light.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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i know what you mean about ego chatter. my list, i fear, isn't varied enough. they're all mostly saints. lol
ReplyDeleteawwwwwwwwww... :) lovely!
ReplyDeletePop Comes the Baby
Beautiful last line!
ReplyDeleteUndivided attention is great. It never even occured to me that 7 people might be overly stimulating.
ReplyDeleteI am with you here..
ReplyDeletefeasting in that crescent-shaped cove
aww, thats so sweet & lovely last line :D . . .
ReplyDeletein this day and age it is great to find someone who loves her dad so much. I'm going to forward your blog to my children.
ReplyDeleteWe girls love our Dads warts and all. Mine is gone now and I think of him very day.
ReplyDelete"ego chatter" I like that term, very good. I will have to remember that one.