Commemorate his birthday each year rather
Than his death.
We're celebrating a little late this year.
I wear his red apron as I stir up the
Chocolate sheet cake for our meal.
I search in the cupboard for Jack's green
Dishes that he brought into our
Marriage.
I pull out the fall placemats that were his
As well.
From the sideboard I remove the silverware that
We purchased together and that we
Saved for company, for special days like
This one.
I cry as I set the table for our "party" placing
Each piece in its proper place.
After three years I should be used to it,
But I miss him.
I wish that our guest of honor could
Be here too.