For today’s prompt, write a together again poem. It’s one thing to split up; it’s something else to come back together again. Sometimes getting back together is a good thing; sometimes it’s a bad thing; and sometimes it’s just awkward.
by John Yeo
It has been many long years, if ever.
A day like this when we all came together.
Two boys, three girls, we scattered and spread
Made lives of our own with families and friends.
Our homes and our jobs took us far from each other.
Sadness, overpowering all who are gathered,
Many axes are ground and, grudges are fed.
Blackness and old scores blight the day
The factions stick firmly together.
Many memories are surfaced and shed.
A Matriarch has left her mark
The family meet to pay their respects
Through the sadness beams the joy
Remembering a life well lived, and loved.
The family finally got back together
When Grandma passed away.
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