Mom's Last Gift To Us Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Considering self very lucky having two sons, they're a light
in this life, having a passion for living life throughout the
years, also their little wonders, our ten Grandchildren.

Having forty-eight nieces and nephews, twenty seven grand
nieces and nephews, loving every one of them totally, always
writing poetry about them all the time.

Getting together every month for birthdays, on Christmas we
take turns at our houses each year, when this poet's turn
always doing a traditional Sicilian dinner.

Doing a pot luck like Mom said, everyone brings a dish or
two, a dessert and our own drinks; doing family gifts with
a limit of $10.00 for whomever wants to join in for a gift.

Gifts are numbered and after dinner numbers are drawn and
matched with the gifts, a good time had by everyone of us,
a very peaceful Christmas Day every year.

Great to be altogether, Mom had the idea a year before she
died, it's definitely become a tradition forever in our
lives so we continue to pass on Mom's last gift to us all.