Poem By Harriet Hoffman Stern
Never thought much about being alone,
after all he was always there,
Even when I was 10 and he was 12, he ate
all my pop-corn at the movies, but he was always there.
Then I found myself setting the table for one.
Strange that I will be doing this for the rest of my life.
Today my new next door neighbor grinned and winked
at me in the elevator.
"What is a little thing like you doing carrying all those
Tonight I am sure I will be setting the table for two.