The
drive home I was bleary eyed
Barely
in control of my faculties
All
of the reflectors shone bright
Looking
like pillars of light
Through
my tears flooding down my face
As
I laughed hysterically
This
time it was a good one
Our
last weekend all together
Before
the eldest child went off alone
Time
to leave the nest and venture out
We
had been out all day and it was late
Lunch
was fantastic but hours ago
Since
then we’d endured family photos
Wandered
around the old city graveyard
Found
a tombstone that made us laugh
All
it said was “Hamburger”
We
took a picture as we snickered and joked
Later
we indulged in hot fudge sundaes
With
whipped cream and a cherry on top
Half
of the cherries were removed
And
placed on top of Ezra’s sundae
It
made him remark he had an endless supply
After
that we headed to the dollar flicks
To
catch a animated something or other
Unfortunately
we were in the least renovated theatre
The
one with all the old seats
Including
the ones that would fold down
And
then when sat on release their hold
The
one they had on a horizontal orientation
They
would suddenly become padded slides
Sending
the rider towards suspiciously sticky floors
That
started the silliness
The
movie was just OK but bearable
The
little kid gagging
And
then making puke sounds
Directly
behind Linda
Was
a reason to exit before the credits rolled
When
we got to the car we laughed
About
the sounds the kid made
The
condition of the theatre
And
the fun of the day
Then
the reminiscence turned more hilarious
As
we brought up those terrible stories
The
ones that just our immediate family knows
But
will never tell another soul
Ever
Or
else
You
heard me Max
Not
even at scout camp
You
too Josie
These
are things we don’t share
And
Clair and Ezra and Vern
Forget
what you heard
Even
the one about grandma
These
are special stories
Of
things that make my eyes water
In
uncontrollable laughter
For
the entire twenty miles home
Events
that bind a family together
With
heavy unbreakable chains
Forever
and ever
All
the way to the grave
And I’m not kidding!
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