One Eye Open

Half open really,

I can just make out

The televised motion of

Running.

With one ear listening,

As soft as my chair

I hear soft voices

Still around the table

Remembering.

With one breath smelling

The bread and turkey

And pies and joy

Of one more dinner memory

Filling

With one heart open,

I drift off in safety

Knowing all is well

Surrounded by family

Loving