Tonight we dine on soap sud memories,
music lighting corners light bulbs won’t fill,
Seated at a table too big for little family too large, bursting from the seams,
the chairs do not contain excited feet in size 4 shoes too big for little toes too happy.
Tonight I order nostalgia with a side of hope,
attempt 16 fail. Start again?
We celebrate birthdays with fire, extinguish regrets
Father still takes
Mother still gives
Father still loves
Mother still shrinks
And the little ones abandon their promises to never grow another inch.
Perhaps life tastes different 17 courses in,
but I am not yet satisfied with the plate.
Father still laughs
Mother still smiles
Father still worries
Mother still cries
And the little ones begin to discover that age offers no guarantees
Tonight we dine on late night promises.
Father may still learn
Mother may still sink
Father may still grasp
Mother may still rise
And the little ones may still wrap themselves in soap sud memories
Tonight we dine on tomorrow,
and I take my turn restarting.