Peggy leaves food covered in foil
for each evening meal.
Usually
Marla wanders into the kitchen and
eats straight from the carton.
But tonight she forgets
so I serve her food
on a tray
with a glass of orange juice
diluted down with a little water.
Marla doesn’t ask where the
food has come from
and when finished,
passes the tray to me like I’m a waiter,
like I have always been there.
Thank you.
She doesn’t eat much,
leaves potatoes on her plate
that look too good to waste.
I eat what is left over.