How lovely it is
To break bread
With loved ones,
To share stories
And laughter
And memories
At times
Other than Thanksgiving
And Christmas.
Since we've all grown up,
And grown apart,
The times are few
And far between,
And now,
With Mom gone,
Our times with Dad
Seem all the more
Precious.
So I cherish these times,
These family times,
Spent sharing a meal,
When bonds are renewed
And hearts once more coalesce,
Reminding us of days long past
And warming us
With the sweetness
Of our first belonging.