by: Jayden Stoddard
It's Sunday; It's time for
Family Dinner again.
We start to pour
The punch and laughter begins.
The little cousins run around
To stall time until dinner is done.
How funny it is to watch the young jump around.
Night is coming and the moon replaces the sun.
The smell of roasted chicken fills my nose
And everyone gathers and sits down.
We pray and bless the food
And dig in until no one can take another bite.
The young get sleepy;
The family starts to leave
Until the house is empty.
Oh, how I love family dinner!
(I have to admit, I cried a little bit!)
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