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May
1
Ssshh
Filed Under Ruminations
You tell the most profound things about yourself with silence . . .
The two teenage couples were obviously enjoying
a pre-prom dinner.
When the girls went to the bathroom,
both boys anxiously examined the
contents of their wallets.
They had been doing the math ever since encouraging their dates
to order anything on the menu.
The look on their faces told him
that there was lack in the wallets.
He beckoned the waiter.
“Put their tab on my bill,”
he said pointing to the two boys,
“and don’t ever tell them it was me.”
*
It was a new role for me,
playing a woman who loses her daughter to death.
I am more comfortable making people laugh.
I don’t even know how to have an emotional breakdown.
But my daughterchild insisted that I play this role,
and so I did.
I desperately wanted my boychild to see the show,
but he’s so busy
so far away
I simply invited then let it go.
“I remember when you wouldn’t let me sleep this late,”
he said a few weeks later as he hopped
into bed with me at 10:00 on Saturday morning.
*
She called to tell me that my precious great aunt had died.
And she waited patiently
silently
until I could speak.
*
Her husband died a scant two weeks
before she came to see the show.
Afterwards, amid all the din of congratulations
and praise from others,
She fell into my arms and
cried
and
cried
and
cried.
Then she pulled away, smiled at me
and left.
The deepest caring doesn’t cost a single word.
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