By dinner, we were all running ragged.
While my sister comforted her sad child,
I formed some blue cheese burgers.
As I glanced at the bottle of organic
Worcestershire sauce on the counter, the word “wheat”
Jumped out at me. Had the bottle been turned
At a slightly different angle, I would not have noticed.
But I did. In the moment, the idea of losing
Three pounds of hamburger was almost
Overwhelming, but we improvised and survived.
Thrived, even.
Had I not noticed: night terrors, rage, suicidal thoughts.
And no way to know where they were coming from.
And that sauce would have been used in dinners
All week, ruining our visit. What can we say but
Thanks be to God.
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