THE GATHERING (12/12/92)

Lydia was bound by an urge.

Our mother had love and connection

With her sisters and brothers.

A close-knit family,

Their generation came

From a simple life.

They made a point

To meet and share experiences.

 

Her children? We grew out of the Depression.

Our gathering traditions emerged strong

Because of our mother’s binding urge.

Since my beginnings, I knew

Tom Turkey had an honored place

At Thanksgiving-Christmas time.

Love, giving and sharing filled the space.

These essences bound my generation too.

Then we distilled those primal glues

And tied our children together

While the world went into transformation.

Now, even in these modern, transient times

A family gathering has flourished

Many winter solstice times.

First three, then four generations

Would connect, renew and share.

Today we regress to where three meet.

The next budding group is in preparation.

They will bond true to Lydia’s guiding spirit.

Our children…