Home For The Holidays
Aroma of roasted turkey and chestnut stuffing curls around the house,
inviting all to the holiday feast.
The table is dressed in ecru lace - Grandma's - and set with gold-rimmed china,
reserved for special occasions.
Sterling silver salt and pepper shakers, polished and shining, stand sentry
at either end of the table set for twelve.
Mulled cider stays warm from the sterno flame;
sounds of Christmas Carols float among the cooking smells.
Presents stacked high, surround the tree,
twinkling and blinking at eager faces
gazing at shiny foil boxes tied with ribbon and wrapped with love.
Mama lights the candles,
checks the oven and finds the biscuits cooked to perfection.
Dinner ready, company arrives and gathers round the crackling fire,
Mama looks over to your empty chair as she greets the guests.
They do not see her leave them to find you in her memories,
nor do they see the tear fall from her eye when she does.
"We're all here now," she says. "Let's eat."