Famiglia Festa
As ziti is passed about the table
the sound of Papa's voice stills our idle
chatter. Our storyteller offers wild
stories of past adventure; embellished,
affirmed by few remaining, aged brothers.
Evening deepens as we listen and laugh.
"I'll have just one more piece of bread," Sal claims.
"One more glass of vino." Connie echoes.
Though our group strives to will time to delay
we all know this communion cannot last.
When scattered crumbs and empty glasses stand
untouched on the table, our group must part.
Withdrawn, we part with bellies and hearts full,
to perform the duties of life, alone.
