It comes down to the ceremony now, the detail.
Pressing your shirt with the cutaway collar, not too much starch,
the way you liked it.
I chose the shoes that were a bit small,
but they were so fine-looking and you would approve.
At the last minute I remembered your favourite photo of all of us
for tucking into your suit jacket pocket.
Now to prepare the food for the mourners,
sandwiches to begin.
Made differently today,
the correct word is painstakingly.
The butter spread
to each and every corner of the bread,
sliced precisely
from freshly-baked loaves.
Heap both sides of the bread lavishly with spreads,
no scrimping.
No celery, you hated it.
Remove the crusts.
Assemble them ever so gently
before making the final cuts
into perfect quarters.
wiping the knife clean
after each cut.
Display them proudly
on the most treasured serving pieces.
Delicate china tea cups and matching saucers,
and cloth napkins alongside.
Only cloth.
All is ready.
Invite them in.
I’ll get this right
for all the times
I didn’t.
~~ Tricia McCallum
4 Responses
Achingly beautiful and such detail. I was there.
My appreciation, dear Melinda.
Another.
Another
That brings back the grief,
An emotion that must be felt
Before it can be left.
Please give us a third book.
You are as ever encouraging and kind, lovely Linda.