Sunday Dinner

usually it's with my children gathered around
the table on the backporch, a moderately clean tablecloth
to cover the slats, our faces lit by candlelight.
tonight, our legs warmed by a hot fire, we watch
the moon rise in the sky over Grand Lake, lovely
indeed but I am missing my loved ones, the ones who
came from me, are of me, but not me, who are
separate but connected, who tower over me now
and remind me more of my shortcomings but who
would surely show up if needed, we see the same stars
and Moon, we dream many of the same dreams,
they are here beside me in their absence.