In a room of hungry people

Everyone must be served.

I fly around. 

What can I get you? 

Coffee? Apple juice? Water?
It’s turkey and ham today.

Stuffing, green beans.

I have a poem for you, she said

I’d like another piece of pie, she said. 

I have a poem for you.

Let me get you the pie

Then you can tell me the poem.

It was all there in her poem. 

Her search for words

To speak for her mind.

For her to find a way for others 

To listen.

It was a beautiful poem.

I said, I feel just like that today.

We’re alike, she said.

We are. We are.

In a room of hungry people

Everyone must be served.