Aunt Loretta’s Tablecloth


A vintage cloth.
A family memory.
Crafted by hands
long stilled.
A bit faded.
Somewhat worn.
Faint traces of
celebratory wine
only adding to its value
in our eyes.
Its presence a gift,
calling up the memory 
of those who
once sat around
other Christmas tables.
Their voices now silent.
But the cloth contains
the magic of memory.
Conjuring up a whiff
of something savory.
A faint hum of conversation.
Of argument. Of laughter.
Of lights that twinkled
and candles that glowed
in other places
in times long past.

About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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