Sarah's Sonnet

Sarah sat shoulders slumped as the kitchen rocker Squeaked against the wooden floor Smells paraded in front of her Onions sizzled in the heavy black skillet Complimented by the seasoned liver as it Quickly bloodied the flour while the gravy formed Would the memories devour her? Lawrence leaped before her like a hologram His Buddha face slightly smiling “I’m going for hamburger and French fries” His voice was playful even in demands He dribbled the ball, spun, snatched the keys from the hook, Opened and slammed the door and bounded down the stairs And she turned to the stove never to see him alive again.