somewhere
there is a basket of ripe
mango julie
mixed in with bunches
and bunches of thyme
and rosemary.

i am lactose intolerant
so there is no milk, but
a small jar is tucked
in a corner
with honey.

my name is attached
to its gold wicker handle
on a note that says,
come home,
we are waiting.  everyone is here.

the note also ends,
i promise.
signed, margaret.