poem

 Pour One Out Families are sometimes imperfect Vessels to pour our love intoBut pour it out we must becauseLet ’s face it, how else will you taste it?There will be spills, rest assured,And you will get unreasonably angry Ruing all the love you think you wasted. Carafes and bottles eventuallyGet chipped, cracked, temporarily misplaced.Sometimes they dull to the Clouded opacity of old glass But something happens To the love we store thereIn dust laden receptacles under stairwellsIn cabinets above the refrigerators It never matters how much time passesWhat we pour in every year Mixes with the tannins and acids Of unexpected joys and silly estrangements And ages into the finest of wines Where every year is the best vintageEvery bottle the perfect pairing To a rollicking holiday feast  All we have to do is uncork it.When we gather together Our host carefully pours Some into each of our glassesAnd then we take turnsMaking a series of exuberant toastsThat sometimes can last hours We lose track of timeWe never run out of wine 9/18/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - September 18, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs