Every Sunday my family gets together for lunch.
All of us in one house makes for one crazy bunch.
Mom and her sisters discuss weekly bargains
As Uncle spits out his political jargon.
This puts grandma in the mood to debate,
Causing arguments, and angry looks, but never hate.
The younger grandchildren find treasure and play
As the teenagers ramble about what's in today.
We share jokes and movie reviews,
Express our opinions on the new church pews.
Mostly it is our time to just sit and be free--
To say what we feel and be what we be.
A family like mine is a dying breed;
A forgotten tradition as the years proceed.
So I hold fast to each Sunday lunch
Recognizing the rareness of my crazy bunch.
