First Supper
She serves the meal
Blushing at his reaction
To this first supper
Of hers
After stove-top side dishes
And worn carry-out menus
She plans something real
For him
Than she usually sets
She wonders if he’ll notice
He does
The pepper shaker, full
While the salt shaker
Used often for popcorn
Is low
She lights two candles
Bought just for tonight
In the warm kitchen
They sit
The potatoes, fluffy
Bread with olive oil
Is warm
They hold hands
Across the table
For no reason
Even after
They’ve said
Grace.