Invite his family for dinner.
We laugh at his jokes.
We remember his endearing ways and
Ponder his enduring influence on our
Lives.
We marvel that Jack Jr. more and more
Looks like his dad.
Sometimes I catch my breath, thinking I
Am glimpsing my own Jack.
Becky was alone this year since dear
Mark is also gone.
I wonder whether he and his dad were
Celebrating with us.
Her grief is still fresh but she brought
Two homemade pies, pecan and apple.
I am disciplined and usually decline
Dessert, but not on this day.
I had a small piece of both varieties,
With a tad of vanilla ice-cream to boot.
Becky's crust is the absolute best.
When Jack and I ate at MCL, he often
Selected pie for dessert.
His favorite was coconut cream.
He always allowed me to take a bite before
He devoured the rest.
But today in his memory, I ate the whole
Piece.