4th Of July Reunion Poem

by Suzzy
(Missouri, USA)

It was the baby's first Fourth of July celebration and none of the relatives were going to be left out. The baby's home became Grand Central Station as everyone gathered to drive to the airport for the festivities. All were comparing notes about past fireworks displays.

First there was the aunt just back from overseas stating that the fireworks displays in Japan were the best. Then there was the uncle remembering the best show he ever saw being at the Rodeo of the Ozarks. Grandpa's opinion was that the excitement of a Cardinal's baseball game, topped off by a fireworks display couldn't be beat.

But I, the grandmother, knew that this would be the best display of all because I had my family back together again, if only for a brief time. And I was going to make the most of it.

The bed of the old pick-up truck that the kids had grown up with was full of folding chairs, blankets, and an ice chest.

With everyone assembled, the family piled into two vehicles and headed out early because getting to the airport for a good spot was essential. Once there, the ice chest and blankets were lifted out and the folding chairs were set up in the bed of the pick-up for a great view.

Everyone took turns holding the baby, and by the time it was dark enough to start the fireworks show, I was in the cab of the pick-up with the sound asleep eight month old.

But I didn't care. Because we were all together and celebrating freedom, that precious thing for which America stands.

4th Of July Reunion Poem

Flags are waving,
relatives are gazing.
Everyone is excited,
entirely united.

Darkening sky,
oh, my, look way up high!
Must be the Fourth of July!