Listen to me

At mom’s table

Find me there

Less sure

And simply less

Pass around

The lemonade pie

And just

Let me listen

And observe

If it’s ok

Don’t ask me

Anything

And know that

I do love

And I do care

And I am not

Better than

Or higher than

Or more noble

In truth

I’ve never

Thought this

I’m merely

Looking for

Anything familiar

Or similar

Sniffing the air

For hints of home