words
memories
flow
like the
wine
at the dinner table.
warming hearts,
glad to be together.
glad to eat together.
beating.
beating.
past
and present
blend.
memories are remembered.
(remember).
hair grayer
hair silver,
showing
slivers of time
accruing in increments
in multiples of sixty
when halved, thirty
divided by ten
reveals three,
the Divine number,
the mystic Trinity.
extrapolated outward
forming floral petal fractals
that form
our families.
(remember).
the sacred mathematics of family,
of love.
the beating of our hearts
beats in time,
the beating of our hearts
never stops
(thetimepassageoftime).
the beauty and humility of
age.
countered
by the morning bell chime
of children’s
laughter.
(remember).
generations gather.
the catching up.
the how’ve you been.
the what have you been up to.
the remember when.
laughter.
erupts
reminiscing
over the
wild foolishness of youth,
of the times when
we shouldn’t but we did,
of the times of Together.
tears.
shed
missing loved ones
gone.
no longer with us,
sailed beyond the Silver Curtain.
(remember).
Music
Playing.
The beating of
drums
like the beating of
hearts
pulsating blood
with the same blood
with different blood
with blended blood.
Mexican Muslim Anglo
-and the transcendent
beauty
of the children of both.
the unity of family
gay lesbian husbands and wives, widows and life partners
never to divide.
souls broken and whole and healing.
the nightmare of Trump’s “America”
is the glorious, glittering living dream of my family.
my beautiful Technicolor family.
adults of paper and children of technology.
joyous hearts beating.
glad souls eating.
bread breaking.
talking.
eating.
(remember).
warm lights and warm hearts and lighthearts.
hearts.
beating.
beating.
the spirits
of generations past,
of those gone on
before us,
among us still,
in the glow of
wine and Christmas lights.
the table that has fed generations.
the kitchen that has produced miracles,
making anger and hunger dissipate
in equal parts.
a recipe for love.
a chemical bond.
a culinary magic,
it’s spell cast,
with each serving served by a loved one
who serves a loved one
who serves a loved one,
serving a circle,
around the table,
in service
of others
for the selfless love
of others
sealing,
offering forth
blessings
of safety,
for protection,
for another year,
for all those that are gathered here.
(remember).
words
memories
flow
like the wine at the
dinner table
while all this time,
new memories are made.
another circle
completed.
another cycle
turned.
the sacred spell sealed.
time passes.
eyes grow tired.
aches are eased.
bellies are full.
souls at ease.
the warmth of
wine and
laughter
and good food served
with love
has done it’s job.
the ritual is completed,
the spell sealed,
the bond is reset.
it is done.
it is good.
clear the plates,
please.
It’s time for pie.
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