At tables all across the land
or on blankets, in tents, or camper vans,
we break bread with loved ones
and almost forget the moment
as ordinary.
But bite by bite the memories
form and with our palettes,
common or sophisticate,
we strengthen bonds not
limited to blood, but open
and heartfelt and forever grateful.
We honor our Grandmothers,
Grandfathers, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
aunts, uncles, cousins
who care enough to share their table,
their tent, their talents, their time
with us.
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