Family Reunion

I see all my wickedness laid out before me in generations
several-year disputes hidden behind smiles as subterfuge

Between shuffling of homemade rolls and inevitable mostaccioli
Everybody is measuring everybody else's grandkids
I wonder if the spoons are clean

Humidity gathers in the wrinkles of the family's ancestors
highlighting the futility of the badminton rackets and lawn darts piled in the corner.

Awkward giggles form rows for the family picture
Lining up by self-interpretation of height
Pipe tobacco and baby powder hug me in the closeness

Each branch gathers their leaves whispering that we should
do this more often.