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the oldsters were the ones who were predictable
Aunt Marjorie would bring something to sell
If you said “no thank you” she would try to guilt you into it
“I will give them to you if you cannot afford them.”
She is gone now.

Uncle Ronald and Aunt Donna had no reason to come to the reunion.
They sat by themselves, and talked to no one, not even each other.
We tried to park Neal in their corner, but he did not stay there long.
Neal is the most boring family member of any family to ever be born.

Cousin Neal rattles off stories about himself in a weird monotone voice.
Following one person or another from table to table.
Desperate for attention, a bachelor who remained single until he was sixty.
The marriage did not last two weeks.

Uncle Bill was one of the highlights of the family reunion.
He told wildly outrageous stories that had all of us laughing.
Even if we had heard them before, they were still funny.
He is gone now too.

There is no sense in going back to the reunion.
The only ones left are people I do not recognize, Neal, Ronald and Donna.
A waste of my time, and no one appreciates my chocolate chip cookies anyway.

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