Today I stand at the counter
Chopping an onion with my favorite knife
An ordinary act hardly worth noting
But today
I note it

I chop onion
Add butter
Pour wine
And ease slowly into the luxury of stirring a meal
For the people I love

Savoring not the aroma of melding onions and wine
But a sweeter scent
My oldest, grating parmesan and filling his stomach but today I don’t mind
My little girl, arms around my waist, kissing the parts she can reach
My middle sons, horsing around, every game a prelude to wrestling

I silently stir my small offering 
And drink in the parts that make a whole
Today
for this moment
we are intact
and that is no small thing.

 

Photo credit: Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash (@gaellemarcel) https://unsplash.com/photos/GaLWM8dX73U 

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