Superbowl Sunday Morning
I want this to be a normal Superbowl Sunday again
I want you to hear you puttering around in the kitchen
The chop, chop, chop of onions being minced
The clang of the pans as you remove one from the pile in the disorganized cupboard
Stirring and
food processor whirring and
sausage sizzling in a pan
You busy doing what you love the most
I want to listen once again to those sounds of you,
the living, breathing man I loved,
as I write here in my office
My quiet, quiet office in this quiet, quiet house
I want you to yell across the house to me when you can’t find the
tomato sauce or
the little can of mushrooms
And hear you plunking down the basement stairs to look in the larder for a spare
I want to hear your favorite music playing
even though I can’t stand most of what you love
I want to hear you singing out loud about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
I want to hear the microwave slam
the water running
the sounds of you making a huge mess that you mostly clean up
You cook
I’ll clean
I want to listen to those sounds once again
As you prepare a delicious feast of
Zeb’s beans or
Chicken soup or
Chili and cornbread or
Stuffed peppers or
Ribs – made with your favorite special bake-in-the-oven recipe from Julie or
English muffin little pizzas
Maybe all of that – you always make too much and that’s okay
On this Superbowl Sunday without you
I just want everything back to the way it was
i lost my husband Aug. 13, 2018. He sounds so much like yours, loved to cook, listen to music and watch football. Have made it through Superbowl Sunday , now Valentine’s is coming up. Does it ever get better?
I lost my Dale on the 25th of the same month and year. Even still, I miss his echoes. And everything else. Thank you