The Poulin Family

The pic is from that night. I can't find the one of Devon and his knife :(

I look around as I sit,
here on this rock,
Keeping us lit,
is the fire,
fueled by our talk.

Meters away are the rest of us,
Playing a game named after a cuss.
I control the music,
 and Andrea's request is  "Just Lose It'.

Our talk turns to plans,
of what we will do,
and what we can,
if zombies try to bite our hands.

We chuckle and tease,
Marcia exclaims, "Oh please!"
Ewok grins as the fire burns hot,
and we seem to forget every lesson we've been taught.

Finally though,
after three rounds of A*****e,
my dad yells "Doh!"
Guess he's the new vassal.

The fire dies down,
and we quiet, too,
once the loudest in town,
now we know what we'll do,


We'll stick together,
Family, through and through.

Author's Note

Dedicated to Rhea752, who needed to read a happy poem of mine :D
By the way, this night really happened. It's one of my best memories this year.

Reviews

[Owlgirl]

Beautiful and happy! That's really cute and sweet and I can relate. Great job!

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Yay happy time! *does a little happy dance* Awesome poem!

[Sophie]

happy poem! :D

[Rhea752]

YES!!!!!!! great write. i loved this poem. :P