Storytellers – almost all –
when food and drink abound,
in loosened tongues and memories
long-hidden, long-removed.
It births among us belly-laughs
and tears that flood deep spaces
as we recall unfathomable
names and times and places.
Every person in this room
a sacred mystery
of love and loss, of hope and fear –
a living history.
©2019 Sarah Elizabeth Moore
From the shores of Wicket Lake,
I think you published this while I was out in Australia.
It is always a pleasure to read your work Sarah.
Thank you, Mel! I hope all is well with you. <3 I've missed you, my blogging friend!