The table is set,
The food is prepared,
The guests begin to arrive.
The house fills with noise and laughter,
Another family celebration begins.
Everyone is here, but. . .
You're not here, Grandma,
with the platter of deviled eggs, paprika sprinkled on top.
You're not here, Grandpa,
with your pipe, the warm, spicy scent of tobacco in the air.
You're not here, Sister,
with your creamy fruit salad, thirty minutes late.
You're not here, Dad,
with your questionable jokes and easy laugh.
You're not here, but. . .