A Good Dinner

We gathered for a dinner Saturday –
three aging siblings with our mother, who
attains age 98 this week. We play
as ever well together – only two
most visits (Three’s 500 miles away) –
but this feast reunited all her crew.
Her praise and warmth that night was nothing faint.
It took a day before I heard complaint.

(Ottava Rima)

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