Unsure if
Her get-up-and-go
Would mean
They’d get-up-and-be-gone
She masked her internal dialogue.
She had so many
Objections
So many scenarios
Of people they all knew
Situations
That deserved
A different
Perspective.
When asked her opinion
She deflected with
‘Did you enjoy the okra?
Have you tried the stew?’
Playing the perfect hostess
Means keeping everyone happy. Right?
She rushed - collected empty plates
Smiled and paced out of the room
Mama followed her into the kitchen.
‘Darling,’ Mama said. ‘Tonight is so beautiful.
But. Priceless is
Knowing that you know you are loved
Enough to share your heart with us.
Please don’t hide it.’
They hug.
She wipes her eyes
Returns to the dining room with desert.
‘Ok,’ she says. ‘ Here’s what I really think…’