Someday, the time may come,
when your family and friends,
are sitting at round tables
eating a nice lunch while photos
of your life are flashed
on the screen, slides of your young
self, smiling and vibrant,
throbbing alive.

Conversations around the table
about upcoming vacations, and
plans for the afternoon.  From
time to time someone looks
up at the screen, but then down
at their plate, the clinking of silverware,
spreading butter on a soft roll.