Choosing Love

Choosing Love

Years ago, I and my companion were

offered hospitality for the night by a young

man who took us home to his family.

I remember watching his mother standing

at the sink washing spoons. As she washed

diligently, her hands and mouth expressed

the loss of 20 years of love with a sister who was still alive, but who she had cut off. When

their mother died, one sister inherited silver spoons and other other brass. The woman

at the sink got the brass. I was moved by this experience. The impact never left me.

Years later, I learned the young man who offered me hospitality committed suicide.

Who gets the brass?

Who gets the silver?

I choose love.

from a series of writings

called When I Touch You, 1999.

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now

All materials, copyright Leslie Goldman,

Your Enchanted Gardener, 2004