The star-struck eyes of the young ones~~
And the love-awed eyes of the old.
We came from here and far away
To Gather 'round and reconnect.
BBQ-sauced and sunscreen'd babes all play.
Young girls, shy or bossy; they shrink or direct.
Reacquaint, re-affirm, and re-interact.
A huge loving, family---mostly intact.
The young and the fit play some roundball,
Drenched dolphin babes lose a waterfight.
Some play soccer, throw and miss a football,
As they wait for the twilight of night.
These handsome kids (who should come with lids...)
The energy sky-high--excitement is nigh,
The promise of shock and awe, sparkling light
Coming soon, soon, soon~~with the darkness of night.
While the seniors and the mid-lifers
(Boring, plodding old bulls and heifers)
Watch over the toddlers; glare-stare at the teens
Pat diaper'd up babebutts, guard all the In-Betweens...
As seniors tell the stories from so long ago,
Of embarrassment, of danger, love, and of woe
Those incredible (really, unbelievable!) tales
Told by sonar from forgiving & loving old whales.
These bind this family tight together,
Keeps us close with one another...
And maintains the US~~humble and grateful,
The All-American us: boisterous and fateful.
The booms, the cracks, and the iridescent flashes.
Make me turn my back on the sweat-crabby masses.
For as every Vet-mom & G-momma knows,
That tonight, on the fourth, the best of the shows,
Is the eyes, fevered young and the eyes, bespecktacled old.
Reflecting sparkle, refracting silver and gold.
Their mouths ALL open in Delighted Wide O's...
The gasps, grins and "WOWs!" The dentured-smile glows.
Another generation of stories---just waiting to be told.