ON A FAMILY REUNION
Sitting at the long row
thinking about life.
Thinking about death too, I suppose.
Looking around at my daughters
all approaching middle age,
time seems to have skipped over me.
They remind me so, of my mother, now dead
for nearly twenty years.
My how they’ve become such capable women.
Pulling off this entire affair, for example,
without one major glitch to speak of!
They gave me fine grand daughters too;
Some still cook and serve the food, though not
as I did.
These women are strong and proud
and know how to get
their husbands to accept half
That surely would have changed the
of my life!
Two of my grand daughters
have wonderful jobs
and make more money than I ever saw
in my lifetime.
Times are so different now. It’s a good time to
I sit and take it all in, under the shade of
mighty Oak, where
if truth were told,
my first child was conceived.
No matter, truth was NOT told about such
things back then.
She was just born “a little early”, that’s all.
It was so many Summers ago,
though as clear as yesterday.
Today, I sit at the head of the long row of
all prettied up,
both the tables, and me.
My great - grand children picked the flowers
fresh this morning for the center pieces.
They also picked several bowls of fresh
and brought them to me running and shouting;
“Eat mine Grandma!” “No, eat mine!” “She’s gonna
eat mine, mine are better!”
Of course I had to taste some of each.
Mmm, I told them,
I just love em all so much,
I can’t tell which are better. They’re all
wonderful! This seemed to
satisfy them because they just laughed
and ran off playing.
I continued on with my reflecting;
They have all come here today to honor me.
I suppose you could say it’s “my turn” now,
and they have come to honor me in
the same way I came to honor all my ancestors
in so many reunions past.
Honoring each who preceded me, while never
realizing my “turn”
would eventually come.
Never thinking I would be the “old” one.
Each of those I honored was very old,
certainly they seemed much older than I feel
I don’t feel old at all, not
as I expected old would feel.
Although there was that brief moment earlier
when two of my little
great grand daughters held out their hands
beside mine, and while staring at my wrinkly,
sun blotted skin, leaned over and whispered
“Does it hurt? does it hurt to get old?”
And I pulled them both close against me and
whispered back; Not at all. Not when you
have a great deal of love surrounding you.
The graphics below are my attempt
at a humorous look at the types of
one can expect to see at any given