Gobble, Gobble

Or... be nice; it's family.

Photo by SJ 📸 on Unsplash

The candlelight makes ghosts of all our faces
Around this laden table, where we pass
The dishes hand to hand, as if through glass
Of time itself. In these familiar places
Set year by year, absence leaves its traces:
Empty chairs speak volumes as we mass
Our memories with cranberries and brass,
Old stories filling up the empty s…