A collage of faces ride
across my mind as I drive home
from a family birthday party.
My father’s youngest sister
turned 70 years of age today.
She is chagrined by her accumulation of years,
her daughter avoided saying the number,
calling it simply a milestone birthday.
Uncle Bob and Aunt Esther
came up from Georgia to help celebrate.
This is our first gathering since the winter holidays,
we are anxious to hear each others’ news,
to hug each other, take photographs of everyone, to
assure ourselves that the family is still in tact after
another hard Ohio winter.