Giuliana shares a poem inspired by the energy of a dinner party she attended.
No clink of a glass or clap of a hand
Just a man at the end of the table
His wife at his side, smiling
Oh, how that smile reached her eyes
In his sweet southern accent
Sweet like syrup (But not quite as thick)
‘If I could have your attention
For just a moment
If I haven’t introduced myself already…’
And so he thanked us; for coming
For the chance to try his hand at hosting
Called us all a pleasure
Announced a birthday
And for good measure,
‘If anyone here hasn’t been greeted,
I hope you’ll allow me
to welcome you properly.
This night has been an opportunity
for us to meet our community.
We truly want everyone here
to feel known, to feel cared about.
You are always welcome here.’
For just a moment
I felt as if it could be true
I hope I’ll see that happy couple again soon