The Aftermath of Christmas Lunch

Five napkins lie abandoned
On a table half-cleared
Three
Mine and my siblings’ spouses’
Are neatly folded back
Into their rigid creases
Like they’d never been used
My sister’s
Neatly folded too
But against the grain
Sits squarely
Like the others
In the centre of the placemat
While the last
My brother’s
Lies egregiously discarded
A crumpled cloth
In the middle of the table

Does this say anything
About my family?

 

© Ian Lilburne 2011