Ritual
A coming together
Of family and friends
For a ritual old as the hills
Is fraught with emotion
And laughter and tears,
Whatever the kinship instills.
For sharing one’s joy
Is the ultimate prize
That’s awarded to kith and to kin
Who’ve been there by your side
For the ups and the downs
And connect with you under the skin.
Oh, how lucky I feel,
So surrounded by love,
To be buoyed on a magical high
As we welcomed the son
Of my son and his bride –
There is no one more grateful than I!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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