The Gleam Of Tears
Is a life well spent through the days and the years
It hangs above the table with seating for twelve
The ceiling and walls hold all the secrets of the delve
The gleam hits the glass of the framed smiles and glee
Family memories past for all invited to see
Generations of souls who share the same name
Watching over the future of the name that remains the same
The room is reserved for occasions marked as special
Just a few times a year the chandelier turns celestial.
The space brightens up with laughter and cheer.
For just a few hours, life’s enduring problems seem to disappear.
A few clinks of glass and the passing of food
The gleam of the chandelier brightens any mood.
Once the event is over and the room turns to dark
The tears gather dust and quietly await the next generation spark.