Say Grace

Say Grace

I have no anger left in me
though it was my trump card for decades.

After the first cataclysmic death, forgiveness
wound like a ribbon around my heart,

every sorry soul who came a welcomed visitor
deserving food and blankets, all my best dishes

steaming on the table, every candle illuminated,
all lanterns lit and never a question

of where have you come from
and why are you mine to love now.