The small TV blares
one news story after another
about “efforts to get thing back on track.”
Lola gives us a plate of pancit.
So I have this idea, I say.
Malia puts her hands on her chin
like a cartoon character.
Well, we used to have Shabbat dinner
every week, and lots of Calypso people
used to come, lots of other friends.
But we stopped when my mom got … well you know …
Malia eases up her cartoon face
and scoops up some noodles.
I thought we could have it again,
and this time you could come
with your family.
Like a reset?
Yes, and I thought we could
start off by surprising my grandfather?
I LOVE IT!
Lola shouts, startling us.
She’s smiling.
It’s time we all get together again.
The old and the new!