It all turned festive
and somehow tears flowed
Reminiscing of all the ones
But it was just like when we'd go outta town
coolers of ice, and somebody brought fish
the kind me and Grandaddy used to catch with wax worms,
sanitizer close and
pure water to keep away germs..
Somebody even brought deer meat
and we built the pyramid with the charcoal,
and somebody whipped up potato salad
in Grandma's favorite bowl
And it was hotter than summer
even though memories made me cold
and long for the ones gone..
And never did I think I'd cry
on the 4th of July.