by Barbara A. Black

Created on: July 11, 2011

Our family was blessed

When Daddy met Mother

And decided to marry her one day.

A few years later on

They made it to the altar,

And soon a child was on his way.

A short two years later,

A second son came along,

And the doctor told them to quit.

So they waited a while

Till the boys were in school,

And decided to "forget" what he said.

A dark-haired girl was next in line

To join in the fun and games,

And keep things working out well.

The next two along

With two years in between,

Were healthy boys to feed.

Two years after the fifth,

The second girl arrived,

I'm glad that one was me.

In two more years time,

With the two oldest at war,

The youngest of seven arrived.

We lived in a log cabin-

The house where I was born-

Until my junior school year.

But we only moved over

Across the old garden,

To a "new" house Daddy built.

The cabin's now gone,

And Mother and Dad,

And only three of us are left.

But we still remember those days

When we sang on the porch,

And we relish the love that we share.

And each year in April,

At our father's childhood "grounds"

We meet for reunion in remembrance.

Our children and grands

And cousins and friends

Help us celebrate family beginnings.

And as the years pass away,

And older ones pass on-

The younger ones make sure they remember.

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