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