Sometimes the scary moments
Snap you back to the value of life.
No way to replace his smiling face,
Or the love of a beautiful wife.
Our families mingled in color:
Raspberry twisted with custard.
Sitting with wine while Nolan climbs
And Henry squirts Barbara with mustard.
These times do not often get noted,
Luxurious summer is spent.
Our children know more than we do
About where the blueberries went.
Hands wrap the new angel completely,
The hovering crew cracks a smile.
A simmering dish hits our noses,
The meal takes us from our trials.
Vegetables prosper in weather
More fit for flora than men.
An old lady lost her senses,
The creator stepped in again.
How many times have we noticed
Synchronicity’s humorous play?
Together we kick back and marvel
As the Jennies discuss Russian days.
We grind at our desks in the morning,
At night we seek comfort with mates.
Our triumphs are small, tragedies large,
But there’s always food on our plate.
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