Three trays
Three trays
Same time
Same hallway
Her name
Taped crooked on the door
We straighten it like it matters
(It matters)
Steam from the cart like winter breath
Plastic lids
Paper cups
We balance questions on the spoons we lift
Try not to rush the minutes
Let her see patience in our faces
Let her hear kindness in our tone
Let her find truth at the table
In every bite
In every "you're not alone"
Soft choir answers each line we say
Under these buzzing bulbs
This narrow day
A future bigger than this bed
A future bigger than this bed
She jokes about the colors on her wristband
Says
"I’ve had better bracelets than these"
We laugh too loud
Then quieter
(we're learning)
Fold fresh sheets like small white promises
Tuck the corners
Dodge the tubes
Hold the silence till it’s steady
Leave the fear out in the hallway
Let her see patience in our faces
Let her hear kindness in our tone
Let her find truth at the table
In every bite
In every "you're not alone"
Soft choir answers each line we say
Under these buzzing bulbs
This narrow day
A future bigger than this bed
A future bigger than this bed
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