On My Turf

Our family isn’t very big
But still, it’s kind of rare
When there’s a holiday and all 
Can congregate somewhere.

It’s been a year since Henry’s birth
And though we’ve all united,
It’s never been where I reside 
(Of course, they’ve been invited).

Until this weekend past, that is,
When Henry came to visit.
His parents and his aunt came, too,
And it was just exquisite!

I’ve waited for this big event
And hoped with all my might
That everything would smoothly flow
And all would be all right.

The weekend was a pure delight
For nothing can replace
The joy of having those you love
In your home’s warm embrace.

To share your hospitality
With those on whom you dote
Is sufficient cause to celebrate
In rhyme (like I just wrote!).
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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October 7, 2014 at 3:08 PM
This poem is quite exquisite, as was your joyful time. Especially for those of us who love to read your rhyme.
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