Pots ‘n Pans

By Faith Chatham - excerpt from SACRED SPACES - copyright 2009
You told me
when your Mom used to bang those pots and pans,
you used to cringe
and wish
she’d just come out and say
what was bothering her.

You left and won’t talk to me.
I wish you’d tell me
what you think,
what you want,
what’s bothering you so much
that despite your loving me
you fled.

The silence is as loud
as those pots ‘n pans
reviberating though our minds.

-- by Faith Chatham
copyright 2009