They eat, they drink, they reminisce of days gone by. they do all the things they have always told you not to do.
They eat with their mouths full, they talk of religion and politics, with their elbows firmly on the table. They drink too much wine and even spill some. Eyes bigger than bellies you think…and then they shock you by clearing their plates and asking for seconds.
You talk about recent events and they turn ot into something from their past, the ‘good old days’ they see them through rose tinted spectacles and say how much better things were ‘back then’. Memories clouded by the passing years and now immortalised as crystals of a bygone life. They become emotional and sniff back tears as they talk of absent friends and family, either dead or overseas……they become sleepy…..”time we were leaving then, thanks for a lovely meal”
They eat, they drink,
They drink. they think,
They think, they sigh,
They sigh, they cry,
They cry and by and by they are happy
Granny – January 2012