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The Sunday Dinner

I love the series “Blue Bloods”.  I especially relate to their Sunday dinners, where the whole family gathers around, and shares the week.  When I watch it, it takes me back to my childhood, when my family would get in the car and drive over to the home of one of dad’s many siblings, or over to my grandmother’s home on my mom’s side.   My dad was second generation American, and my mom was third generation.  The families were close.  Lots of love.  Lots of food. Lots of kids.  The gatherings were something I looked forward to then, and treasure now.  A remembrance of a past that no longer exists in our family as we moved and grew further apart.   So, the inspiration for this non-fantasy poem.  A wistful look back.
©2015 by Jon Gutmacher
Around a table each Sunday eve
their family gathered round
and shared their food
and shared their love
and all that did abound

And each one told their story
of the week that went before
and each one bowed their head in grace
and gave thanks to God
their Lord

For simple as it may be
this tradition that they shared
four separate generations
a joy
this bond
each cared

And when the dinner ended
and when the talk was through
they had dessert in another room
and smiled
for each one

That these moments
all were treasured
and not to be forgot
for families yes
are special
their love stands like
a rock

I remember those nights
and dinners
and the people that I loved
I missed them all when I moved away
their care, concern
and love

For though those days are gone now
I miss them all the same
I look at each their photos
and in hushed tones say
their names

And remember when I was a youngster
that each Sunday was a joy
and wish again
that I was still
a boy

The background image is source is from the Wikipedia.
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