Remembered at Dinner
A reunion where he lingers
Some subjects are not resolved — only remembered.
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The table -
A family feast.
Everyone fussing with frankness.
Red. Pink.
Lanterns over the door.
Symbols of prosperity.
Kindred souls.
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Eating.
Refreshing rawness of roe.
Familial jokes.
"Remember how Uncle Henry died?"
Silence cloaks the table.
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The dining room pauses.
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The dog by the window.
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Canned laughter.
"Delicious."
"Is that program on?"
Chewing, slowly.
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Silently.
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Shoes on.
Purposeful steps.
"See you next year."
Uncle Henry - remembered.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Very cute, heartwarming, and well-written.
Oh, family dinners.... they always leave you with mixed feelings.
New Year feast can be back fond memories and sometimes not but its all good. Great imagery of your family gathering 🥰
Lovely poetry and images, and a great challenge entry