Meeting my mother at the cafeteria…

Meeting my mother at the
cafeteria,
our lunch together this week.
She gets around well
for her age. Food tray in hand,
I follow
as she searches for the right
table. One by a window
would be nice. She settles
for a table
that is not by a window, but is
as far from a boisterous party
as she can get.
Mom talks, I listen.
I talk, she thinks,
but that's okay.
I am just glad I still
have her to talk with for now.
We never have enough time
with our parents.

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