It's Monday . . .

I had lunch with my sister.
She knows my story
and I know hers . . .
enough to finish one another's sentences.

I noticed something today . . .
it's hard to listen
when you know so much . . .
every sentence arriving in paragraphs . . .
all that knowing filling up spaces meant for
something brand new.

Wait a minute . . . I said . . . I'm calling a do-over.

Let's begin again . . . over lunch? . . . next Monday?

For my sister . . . and do-overs! Deo Gratias!