Sacred conversations
had at the kitchen table
bringing ease 
to my tormented soul.
We talk about the news,
local and world wide.
We talk about the weather
mapping out when it’ll next rain.
We talk about our lives
and I think about how fast they’re moving.
Talking and talking,
I close my eyes and listen,
soaking it in to keep
as a precious treasure
for when they enter
the final, sacred sleep.