Family Reunion

Our McMillion Family Reunion is Saturday!

I've got my pile of vintage tablecloths ready. 

Thirty should be enough, don't you think?

I put these over the picnic tables.

Below is a poem I wrote.

It is a fictional account of a fun family reunion!

The Family Reunion

The road goes up, down and all around, on the way to our family reunion.

Back through the hills to my Uncle Bills, we are going to our family reunion.

We will drive the dirt road, with our carload, up to the end of the holler.

And this time of year, every year, we get to see all of our cousins.

We start to unpack and I grab a quick snack as Sis runs for the babies.

Mom fans her face while Grandpa says grace over the food and the fixin’s.

We see tall Uncle Matt who wears a big hat and is married to short Aunt Bertha.

And this time of year, every year, we get to see all of our cousins.

I scare Uncle Jack who pats my back and I hug my sweet Aunt Gracie.

We eat more than our share, without any care, on the tables under the shelter.

We see Uncle Dan and Grandma Fran who forgets more than she remembers.

And this time of year, every year, we get to see all of our cousins.

Oh what a sight as the cats start to fight and knock over the Kool Aid and coffee.

Dad strums his guitar and I show off my scar when we swim down at the river.

We see big Uncle Jim and Great Aunt Em who brings her black cat named Tilly.

And this time of year, every year, we get to see all of our cousins.

I jump over some logs, catch some bull frogs and fall in a patch of ivy.

We pitch horseshoes, take a snooze, and see who can spit the farthest.

We see Aunt Connie sip tea while old Uncle Lee tells us his many war stories.

And this time of year, every year, we get to see all of our cousins.

“Gee, it’s been fun, but we’ve got to run,” says Mom to Uncle Dilbert.

We say our good-byes, wipe the tears from our eyes and load the old station wagon.

We will miss them all, each one and all, even the dog that bit me.

But this time next year, every year, we will go back to see all of our cousins.

The road goes down, up and all around, on the way back from our family reunion.