I take a tiny sip
and let it slide
and reach the memories.
 
I remember fun galore:
sledding
skiing
snowballs
forts
playing
loving siblings.
We’re all here,
all together.
Our feelings circle the table,
through three small voices
excited
and remembering
together.
 
Before long
the mug is empty.

I took a tiny sip
and let it slide
imagined,
reached the memories,
and had my fill.