For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #193
laughing, silent, holy, arrival, sigh, chime,
alone, scar, ingest, stray, plain, pale
Plainly prefers her time alone.
Yet knows the occasional gathering
of friends and family could by far, work
healing on the scars of early childhood.
Delightful chime of shared laughter,
the talking and teasing with each new
arrival, finding a comfortable place
amidst familiar faces.
The soft stray sighs of frustration from the kitchen
where too many fingers linger, offering help
unneeded. The almost holy silence when feast
finally arrives and is then ingested.
Knows her early departure might bring
whispered comments, but she rushes back to where
even the palest of shadows reaches to welcome
her, into the one space she defines as home.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/28/14