why wait?

it's a round
table
of
those loved and lost.
the seven, or is it
eight now,
the last one won't answer
her phone
and at 95 I think
the worst.
but we
eat, we laugh, we
remember
the joy, what was
once sad.
there is plenty to go
around,
the wine is poured,
the drinks
stirred,
there is more dessert
than
necessary.
we get full on the meal,
on each other's
love.
this would be a nice
rendition
of what heaven could
be like,
or maybe just now,
in this place,
on earth, why wait?