Our Taste of Heaven

The familiar drive down our street
will be less exciting now
the trees will have shed their luscious color
and all that will be left is dullness.
your home, our home
which had brought so much luster to our souls
has also withered dry
memories linger of each year we came
year after year, with thankful hearts, came
though thankful we remain,
this year the loneliness we feel will be cumbrous
and will drive a wedge in our hearts–can we be thankful for this?
The scenic views at the table will feel shallow and hollow
without you beaming at him and us with contentment.
for this table, in the midst of the company present,
was your delight, our taste of heaven.