Poetry Journal

My Family

The call of sunshine weakens,
as the chiming laughter
surrounds me.
The aroma of chicken
reaches out,
encapturing our minds,
stealing us from the freedom,
that family grants you.

We swarm into the kitchen,
like vultures, swooping in for the feast.
Sticky fingers,
greasy hands,
shouting and squeals of joy.

One day,
twenty four hours,
of friendship,
family,
and love.
Yet,
as all light fades to darkness,
all happiness falls to sadness,
and friendship shifts back to loneliness,
we cant help but remember,
we arent saying goodbye.
We are saying: cant wait to see you again.
For if you saw them all the time,
that loud,
fun,
crazy,
occasionally sticky,
time with family wouldnt seem so special.