Our Table

I used to enjoy sitting at our table, watching you eat, 
watching you enjoy your food, every bite you took.
You didn't know but I watched as we talked.
Sweet potatoes, salads, stir-fry, spiced by ear,  
your tiny hands, nourishing yourself with food I prepared,
bought with the fruits of my labor.
I watched you enjoy every bite, each an infusion,
my love for you diffusing into you, 
spoons full of love. A portion of my vow,
what spring does with the cherry trees, but more,
It was one way that I just knew. 

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