My Family
this is a poem i wrote about my family which was read at my grandma's funeral it most likely wont mean anything to you but here you are:
My Family
Two rooms combined, a place for family.
Furniture moved, one big long table for a Thanksgiving meal,
Like a big kingdom dinner.
Christmas; dinning room for an extravagant dinner,
Gaining weight and eating ‘til we burst, then opening presents in the next room.
A decorated house full of spooks and scares.
One room used for bobbing for apples
Another for a family huddled together
While listening to scary tapes on a Halloween Eve.
Grandparents not liking the cold or noise so they sit inside
Watching the fireworks through a large window,
Knowing they’re at a safe distance.
An empty house with just Margi and myself,
A late campout with only the two of us,
We eat pancakes and coffee as midnight draws nearer,
Listening to Harry Potter tapes.
A time for games, spoons being a favorite,
Screaming and jumping while we reach for a spoon,
Once calm adults now wild and going back to their inner-child.
Playing Bunco, all the family together,
Again we are loud and rambunctious as we further explore our inner-child,
In the end prizes are given and there is a sense of satisfaction.
These are some of the many memories of:
My family
~ Christine Spilde
Dedicated to my Grandma Conway
My Family
Two rooms combined, a place for family.
Furniture moved, one big long table for a Thanksgiving meal,
Like a big kingdom dinner.
Christmas; dinning room for an extravagant dinner,
Gaining weight and eating ‘til we burst, then opening presents in the next room.
A decorated house full of spooks and scares.
One room used for bobbing for apples
Another for a family huddled together
While listening to scary tapes on a Halloween Eve.
Grandparents not liking the cold or noise so they sit inside
Watching the fireworks through a large window,
Knowing they’re at a safe distance.
An empty house with just Margi and myself,
A late campout with only the two of us,
We eat pancakes and coffee as midnight draws nearer,
Listening to Harry Potter tapes.
A time for games, spoons being a favorite,
Screaming and jumping while we reach for a spoon,
Once calm adults now wild and going back to their inner-child.
Playing Bunco, all the family together,
Again we are loud and rambunctious as we further explore our inner-child,
In the end prizes are given and there is a sense of satisfaction.
These are some of the many memories of:
My family
~ Christine Spilde
Dedicated to my Grandma Conway