Family Reunion
She knows they are all
in the room, recognizes
their voices, even though
they speak in the same hushed
tones she did when she
rocked, soothed and nursed
them so many years ago.
Hears her oldest discussing
morphine drips with the nurse,
her middle child softly crying
and then swallowing her sobs,
her youngest apologizing for
waking everyone when
he roared up in his semi at dawn
and her granddaughter quieting
her great grandchildren.
She tries to find her voice
and remember the words
of a lullaby or love song
to chase away the sadness,
but she is distracted by the
bright sunlight in the window,
detects voices from the past
and knows they are here
for the family reunion.
Hears her Grandpa telling a joke,
Grandma laughing, her uncles
comparing golf scores, her aunts
fussing over the chocolate cake,
her sisters bickering as they set the table,
Daddy pronouncing the roast medium rare
and Mama calling her for dinner.
Hesitates, knowing once she leaves
the room there is no going back,
but she is so cold and weary
that she rises from the bed,
walks into the warm sunshine
and takes her place at the table.
1 reply on “Family Reunion”
That last line grabbed at me and won’t let go. Beautiful poem, Sharon!