When the family got together
We would talk about the past
Morrie, thoughtful, eldest brother
Fred would joke and Jan would laugh
Louise’ smile was always ready
Margieanne would bring dessert
I would play guitar with Eddy
Strumming ‘till our fingers hurt
Mom would shake with silent laughter
Tears would stream, the only clue
‘Cept a smile, that she was laughing
Dad would tend the barbecue
Every week we’d get together
There were nine of us, in all
That’s the way we shared our summer
That’s the way we spent our fall
Meeting at the family mansion
Sitting at the giant pool
Sharing stories of our travels
Life was never sad or cruel
Perhaps it never really happened
Facts are often rearranged
Sometimes life’s a little sweeter
If the script is slightly changed
If you like my story better
I’ll be glad to share my view
Someday all will be forgotten
No one has to know but you.