Look Hard before You Speak Wiping the table carefully,
In the quiet of his workroom,
he half smiles
a certain satisfied grin.
a scratch in the clean surface.
As a boy, his Grandfather had
‘measure twice, and cut, only once’
Reaching for some polishing oil
“a job worth doing…well done…”
A voice disrupts his focus,
dropping his cloth and muttering.
He absorbs the tone, then the words.
He breathes in,
wipes his hands and flips off the light.
Best not to let her wait upon him,
that argument would just waste words.
©Denise-Marie Fisher 8.4.2011