Sugar Days

Sugar Days

She rushed not through

Those steamy platters
The golden potatoes russet
The verdant veggies glistening
The roast carved and carrotted

Others toyed with the soup
kicked their chairs through
Each arriving course

She watched
the faces of family
on the precipice of change
soon to shift, shimmer and
vanish

She prayed
never for the arrival
of dreaded desserts
harbinger of spectral signals
of sand
running low

Let the sweet sugar
stay in the kitchen
forever unserved
and they
forever safe

Spun sugar family
staying
staying
staying
sweet on the tongue
tip of timelessness