Glimmering Light

The table is painted with colors—

from maroon-red strawberries,

to potatoes as soft and golden

as sunrays beaming through

the tall windows. 

Glimmering light bathes 

the family in warmth.

Father’s voice booms across the table, 

deep as the chimes

of our centuries-old grandfather clock. 

Mother chuckles at his remarks. 

Her laugh rings like

a hummingbird’s soft chirp.

My younger brother speaks in bursts, 

his voice resembling

the jovial pops of confetti cannons.

His words fade behind 

the sharp tone of his older brother, 

whose serious words bring teasing smiles.

As sunlight bounces from soul to soul, 

so do my eyes,

watching the symphony of chuckles

and remarks harmonize like an orchestra. 

The sound wraps the room, 

as comfort envelops us all.