although it was a minor miracle for Dad
to dine with a two-year-old,
it was yet more of a miracle to have metal silverware in hand.
the tines of the fork reflecting in the smooth surface of the knife.
Dad's arm around me, more for his comfort than mine,
flowers making a beautiful backdrop for Mom.
I am too busy to read the menu, I am happy
just like this.
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