Homecoming

The family comes over. Chaos. Jesus.
Four grown children, two spouses,
A girlfriend, two little grand-daughters,
One one, one three, most here to carve
Pumpkins, but some to trail off to stay
Glued to their phones or watch football,
Or play. Chicken and doughnuts, salsa
And tortilla chips, and coffee and cider
Consumed. Voices competing, the boys
Being pests, and the materfamilias,
As always, becoming impatient and crabby
With all of these people who she had
Invited. By 2:30, maybe, the crowd
Begins thinning, teary-eyed grand-daughters
Needing their naps, and the phone gazers
Tired of being distracted. Four o'clock,
All of the guests have gone home, and, as
I wrap myself once again in the silence
I seek out and cherish, the materfamilias,
Looks at me and sighs, and asks,
“Why did they leave here so soon?”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-19 at 00:17

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