The table is laid,
A place for me.
This is my family.
Yet being all together is
Always one too many.
We fit comfortably, like
The pieces of a puzzle,
But we no longer belong
To the same picture.
Here I am the odd one out.
All too soon I must
Leave again,
This is no longer my life.
Just an apparition
Of what should have been
But is now lost forever.
Susan Ash
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fleeting-moment-of-family/
