Dinner Time

The dumplings are actual dumplings that I was waiting to put in with the broth and chicken while I wrote this poem. There was no one home at the time and I was thinking about Christmas and how I will most likely be alone for the first time in my life on this Christmas day. Also conveyed in my emotions is the fact that my home will soon be empty (completely) and I will be here, everyday, by myself. I don't really feel suicidal but it fit the piece and its feelings so well in my mind.

Any suggestions now? 

----- Rene'