The doorbell rings
The gate stays open
As they trickle, stream, come in.
Sisters, brothers, nieces, cousins,
Nephews, parents, aunts and uncles,
And new additions to the scene.
Candles lit and babies cuddled,
In the kitchen tied-up aprons swirl
As busy hands ready cuisine.
A phone is passed:
A distant caller
Hellos each loved one from the screen.
The rooms are filled
The hearts are fuller.
Another year of treasured family din.