Family Remembrance

Ping pong tournaments

in our basement

all the family came

to see who would win

the coveted prize,

a director's chair.

 

Tennis games too

out on the court

between all the uncles

and my Dad,

much drinking

was to be had.

 

All the aunts

and uncles

partook

in beers and dogs,

as the games began.

 

My sister and I

clad in homemade clothes

by my Mother.

 

All of a sudden

there were ants

all over my foot

or so I thought

although I could

not see them.

 

My Mother explained

it had fallen asleep.

 

I could not comprehend

such a thing,

went about hopping

around the courts

on one leg.

 

Uncle Eddie carried

us on his shoulders

as he spoke just

like Donald Duck,

it was such a

delightful trick.

 

Until years later,

he went camping

with his friends-

came off the mountain

dead-

dehydration, we suppose.

 

Would have been

nice to see him again

yet we were led

to watch my Father

eulogize his forty year old

brother

many years too soon.

 

 

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Such a lovely piece in praise of the family. Well done.

[Chris Willits]

This makes me want to see my family. My father especially but that can't be helped. Nice poem family is an important thing.