Christmas Memory
A Christmas from the past lives, alive, well and clear each year
so real and tangible it brings to the eye a joyous tear.
The day with Gramma, Dad, Mom, sisters and brothers
and later came aunts, uncles, cousins and some others.
The table set was expanded with that inserted piece
in preparation for the great goose or turkey feast.
Footsteps through the kitchen, pressed against the parties
caused a shout out to scatter if they were ready to eat hearty.
Just my sisters and brothers, me with my annoying cousins,
got to sit at the small dining set near the oven.
That smell of turkey, sweet potatoes and all the fixings
drew our noses from our empty dishes to the mixings.
As each dish was decoratively displayed before us
our tastebuds watered in gluttony as prayer was said in chorus.
Shared until the faces and the bodies had long disappeared
the memory of Christmasses together is in my heart forever here.
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