Family Reunion

Picnic tables,
dishes labeled,
all red, white and blue.
Grass in the shade,
blankets are laid,
keeping babies cool.
Cold beer on ice,
lemonade's nice,
or some sweet tea too.
The chicken's fried,
the apple's pied,
which dessert to choose.
Children happy,
old folks napping,
teens are at the pool.
Bats are swinging,
horseshoes ringing,
maybe just a few.
Babies crying,
old men lying,
how they always do.
I'll catch up on,
things going on,
gossiping with you.
It's time to leave,
but I won't grieve,
I know it is true.
No need to fear,
cause come next year,
we'll be back in June.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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August 16, 2023 at 4:02 AM
Sounds delightful Jerry….nothing like family gatherings! Debx
Brotherton Avatar
August 16, 2023 at 2:57 PM
Twenty years ago, our reunions would see 250 people or more. This year we had 58. I'm afraid they are becoming a lost art.
Merryman Avatar
August 14, 2023 at 6:09 PM
Jerry, I could see the sights, hear the sounds and smell the food in your very descriptive poem. I wish my family lived closer together so we could all get together once in a while. Sounds wonderful! Blessings, Kim M
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August 15, 2023 at 5:25 PM
It was hard to go to them every year when I lived in Montana. It's much easier now that I'm back in Missouri.
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