The Night started out like any other at their house…
Ritual runs deep in our family… the wooden table set immaculate.
The breaking of bread, a feeling of togetherness.
A wholesome of our singular purpose.
Our Indigenous subconscious response.
Give thanks for our bounty,
Thanks for our time here.

The gas stove, heating up the kitchen.
The smell of substances known and not,
Thick with accents of lime and tomato.
The swinging kitchen light, setting the halo
over the overflowing dinner table.
Colors jumping onto the wall off the table.
Simple Smells invading my thoughts

Reminiscing me of a far off home
and for how long I missed these smells,
but like many things, forgotten after time.
That true smell of home and security.

Childhood memories of late thanksgiving’s
lingering in my subconscious.
The family gathered around the table,
sharing that bit of time in the long lost past.

Remembering the past can lead to the happiest of times in the now.
Teaching you to remember the now and enjoy it for what it’s worth.
Linger a little bit longer over a laugh, Hug a little bit longer.
Like a Fine wine, your memories will ripen with age.

You’ll remember the best of times and the worst of them,
but you will always remember. Even, if you forget to.

01/13/2009

Author's Note: Pounded out this one, trying out my new version of Office.

Posted on 01/13/2009
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