that day (4) – the afternoon

back in that vast and stunning childhood yard of our family,

underneath a magical tent

with fairy lights all-around

we met up again

with those few dearest to us.

I marveled at my man,

directing the first words at our crew,

welcoming all so warmly.

so moved, I sought to join in, too.

in those first minutes of the celebration

we locked eyes with each person there

and feel so blessed

to call these folks our friends.

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