Walking into the kitchen at daybreak
mom sits to pray into her coffee,
hoping the homily will be done before everyone wakes.
No one has joined the service, but she waits.
Her oldest son is hungry
walking into the kitchen at daybreak.
The next hymn rings through the kitchen, as he ate
wearing whatever was left of the laundry
hoping the homily will be done before everyone wakes.
Dad sleeps in the easy chair, he was late
from Jersey laying down lines for his company
walking into the kitchen at daybreak.
The second oldest suffers heartache,
Alone in his room, vision hazy,
Hoping the homily will be done before everyone wakes.
The dog trails me down the stairs late,
wearing as much as necessary,
walking into the kitchen at daybreak,
hoping the homily will be done before everyone wakes.
