Geese in the Flyway

The door is open, everyone is welcome
 A song summons our voices in a ramshackle Stories I know well but seem new every time
 They're told at the table, I feel something graceful
 The geese in the flyway
 Look at the baby so small in my hands
 She made it just barely but make it, she did
 Look at her mother and her mother's mother
 In the kitchen together
 In my mind that is where they were forever
 The geese in the flyway
 The words pour forth from out hearts
 The wine fills our cups and fills them again
 The stories we all know fade when we're alone
 A picture that depends on each piece of the puzzle
 When it comes in focus: no matter what broke us
 We all can be joyous in tranquil observance
 Of the geese in the flyway