Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

Living Room

My mom is setting the table.

Fork in hand, spoon in hand, plate in hand.

Everything on hand.

I fidget with a napkin.

I told her about a dream I had.

She didn’t think it was funny either.

I dreamt that I graduated college.

My name was called on stage, 

It was ethereal.

Silverware clanging gently.

Getting ready for the guests.

I would put a diploma in the living room, I decided.

I would always take the time to dust the frame, before guests would arrive.

I promise.

I would dust it every time.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers March 2, 2024 at 1:21 PM Dear Angelica, The simplicity of the scene juxtaposed with the weight of dreams and promises was wonderfully written. It reflects the intricate dance of mundane moments and profound aspirations, the connection between the ordinary and the extraordinary. Your words evoke a sense of longing, of hope woven into everyday gestures. It's a moment to cherish both the mundane and the monumental, to honor our dreams amidst the clatter of everyday life. - Blessings, Daniel