The Last Party

By Tom Rodriguez

1977: the holidays had come again
And with them came my parents’
Pre-Christmas Party
It was early evening
When I walked into Mom’s home
And smiled as the 
Earthy aroma of tamales
Cooking in a steamer pot
Entered my nostrils

It was quiet in the house
Dad was at the grocery store
Mom and I walked into the living room
She sat in her favorite rocking chair
I sat on their familiar worn sofa

The first to arrive were the brothers
With their wives and progeny
Soon the house filled with
Noise and laughter
Aunts and uncles
Cousins, friends and neighbors
Mom smiled turning her head
From voice to voice
Her sight stolen long ago
By the evil of diabetes

She listened intently as the women
Talked about their lives
And their men talked sports
Then the food was served
Tamales hot off the stove
With sides of rice and beans
And cold beers to wash them down 

As the midnight hour neared
The grandkids rushed to 
Gather up Mom’s gifts
My mother opening her presents
Was something to behold
It didn’t matter what the gifts were
Or how much they may have cost
Pure joy lit up her face

Looking back, I know that’s why
So many people came year after year
Because being there made 
Everyone’s holidays more joyful

So how were we to know   
On that happy festive night 
That there would 
Never be another party
In that blessed home of memories

                 ******

My mother died on August 25, 1978
And with her passing 
We lost so much that we
Had come to cherish

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