You can use this poem, if you like. I wrote it just for you and I am going to send it to my own family for our reunion. If you don't like it, that's OK, too.

Whose car is that pulling up?
Who is that getting out?
Why it's Mamma and Daddy, they made it
It's enough to make ya shout

The great's and grand's are also here
They flew in from the East
With aunts and uncles and cousins galore
I don't need food to feast

I thought that I was all hugged out
And tears could shed no more
But here's more kissin' for those I'm missin'
And forever will adore

Our tiny tots are all soooo cute
Our youngsters hip-hop HIP-pest
Our young adults are America's gifts
We Boomers have weathered time's test

Our elders taught us all well
Of the need for schooling and prayer
Of hugs and bonds and family love
And in need they would be there

We don't all sign the same last name
We don't all look just like each other
Our talents are varied from branch to branch
From parents to sister to brother

But one thing we share as I look around
One thing that is set in stone:
You are my family, my blood, my heart,
My soul, my worth, my own.

by Georgia Walker-Adams
June 19, 2007 @ 10:08 PM PST