My Son-In-Law's Birthday Party [49]
It's our turn to arrive, My wife and I
To feast and celebrate
another fine year gone by
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We carry the cake, carrot cake, his favorite
into the house
The gin and mixer we had was for the ladies
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I wandered outside to see the celebrant
There with son and friend,
around a barrel fire they stood
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They talked of hunting and killing deer
and all the fun they had,
even my grandson, a veteran at seven
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I listened for awhile, not saying much
Trying to find the fun in death
I couldn't, so I excused myself and walked away
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I next went in to help my step-daughter
with computer problems
while waiting for the crowd to gathered
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Problem solved, I lingered on, playing on the keyboard,
Enjoying the solitude,
Before facing the maddening crowd again
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Standing up, walked from den to kitchen
Leaned against the door jam
Took in the sight, the hustle and bustle of preparation
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Women dance around each other
The kitchen, oh so tiny
Preparing the meal to come, quite interesting
Our birthday boy was also the cook, his job already done
Wonderful aroma, smoked pork and beef
I steal me some before I leave
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Through kitchen, around the women
Out the door, its gotten dusk
The barrel fire glowing to the left
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The Celebrant, friend, and now brother-in-law
Still around the fire
Still talking about hunting, that's what they do in the South
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Free chair on the carport, I sit near my wife's friends
Listen to them chat
Watch the kids skate up and down
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Laughter, yelling, lots of yelling as they skate
Did I do that way, way back when?
Such energy, such freedom, I watch amazed
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The ladies next me say something and I agree
Turning back, I watch a young boy
help my much younger grandson roll down the driveway
- How nice that is, I think
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Sitting back, pondering what's 'round me
Boys now taking turns driving the 4-wheeler
The oldest just turned eight, the hunter
The women talking in groups on the carport or in the kitchen
The men still around the fire
Me lost in thought, my normal mode at birthday parties
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Its strange being here with this group of folks
Sort of like a fish out of water
Not much in common other than the love for my wife,
- Their mother, their friend
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This is her family and friends at this birthday party
I guess they are mine now
Nice and kind folk all, and wow can the birthday boy cook!
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I am the last of my branch and related limbs are rare
Hunting and fishing aren't for me
I am not religious and I am Democrat to boot,
- did I tell you I live in the South?
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So, I bide my time and think my thoughts
Enjoy the sights and sounds
Waiting for the bell to sound the signal all have wanted
Dinner is on, then cake, Carrot Cake, is served
The Celebrant is honored
Happy Birthday is sung, everybody cheers
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The men wander out to their fire to talk, now of sports
The women clean and talk of children
The children run outside to play some more
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The birthday is now complete
Each is entertained in their own favorite way
So, I wander off to my cave to do the same.
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