A Different Meetup

Every Sunday morning in the fall 

I’d wake up and get ready to go.

Before we left I’d grab my ball 

So we would have something to throw.

We would head over to my grandmas place 

When arriving I’d give her a hug and see the smile on her face After I’d run to my cousins and say hi 

Before you knew it, we ran out the door saying bye 

All to just play football in the yard 

It was never light, we always went hard 

The sun always seemed to be shining with a little breeze

When my grandma came out of the door, we would all freeze.

She yelled from the doorway, “Foods’ done!” 

We would all run in laughing and having fun 

As we stepped through the door lasagna was all we smelled

I knew that would be the next thing I held 

Grabbing a plate and heading over to the kids table,

Next thing you know, my grandpa comes over to tell us a fable 

Everyone acts interested even though we don't really care 

He loves his stories and if we didn't show interest it wouldn't be fair 

Laughing and joking for hours,

Then dad says times to go and the mood gets sour.

Saying my goodbyes and walking out the door 

Now I have to go home and do my chores.