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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One day remains Before this most peculiar year ebbs into distant memories Wings are buttered awaiting burnt orange flames Crisp sticks of celery trimmed to impeccable perfection Must not forget— A small, very small, bowl of the consummate black-eyed fruit bearing luck An obligatory remembrance to dear old Mom Crystal glasses fluting the bar await the caress of cheap champagne To be shared by young and old alike The last day of the last month A day I have come to long Children and children of my children will come to visit Silly games will be played Small explosions of fuse fed paper will fill the night Dancing sparklers held in little hands As a mother’s smile hides behind her raised smartphone Concealing chicken greasy lips and smudges of creamy blue cheese I love this eve of new hopes The last one stolen by the coddled Covid I think I will add a ham to the table Smothered in brown sugar wearing pineapple rings When the phone does… “Sorry Pops, can’t make it this year” "Maybe the next," I proffer with hope Another hour, another call “Sorry Daddy, not feeling to well” “Hope you get better soon, baby girl” One more The youngest College bound and new friends calling his name “Sorry Dad…” One hour remains, minutes tick tick ticking away I sit beneath the shaded yellow lamp, all others turned low Lingering aromas of untouched buffalo wings And the silence of uncorked bottles Calling to mind on this treasured eve In the home I built— Only one remains
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