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 © | Year Posted 2013

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Johnson Avatar
September 30, 2013 at 2:05 PM
The gift of family is a beautiful thing. Theres nothing like to make the heart sing. Congrats on the new member. Peace. :)
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September 29, 2013 at 9:06 PM
Wow, I love this one. Especially the whole last stanza. "To be buoyed on a magical high" I adore this line. Your poems are truly inspired. Love them.
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