The Last Piece of Jigsaw

is so strangely important.
Father was threatening to bin
the failed recapitulation
of the family's annual achievement.
Mother was searching the box
for the umpteenth time, Sister
was on hands and knees, scouring
the carpet. Grandpa was bemused
and wondering about the strange
taste of that sweet he'd just eaten.
It was a sweet, he supposed, his eyes
not being what they once were.