The Book Life

4.10 | April 12, 2010

Reunion

Nothing is new here
except the babies.
We are living, today,
inside ritual. Married
50 years; the sun appears,
applauds. It has loved our skin
for longer. This
family creation
is nothing less
than impressive.
We all stand and smile
for the camera, but this picture
is not worth
the traditional thousand words.
You cannot see
our faces, we are too many,
and you cannot feel the gentleness
of belonging.

[PROMPT: Write about a family/friend celebration. Not my favorite prompt or poem, but written nonetheless.]

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