The Keepsake Supper
I sit at my family’s empty table
Life’s feast is almost gravely gone
I am the final guest left in this familial fable
All within my bloodline have somehow succumbed
I recall the time of the sweet, sour, bitter and salty with zeal
Each gathering shared with love for each other at every meal
November 13, 2022
Bitesize Poem Number 55
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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