When my mind can no longer remember my name
I would always like it to recall
Something near and dear to me
This may not be the case for some
But to me
It is something I look forward to
Every single year
On new years eve
We set out every single cracker we were able to find and try
And slice cheeses of varying types
And little rounds of pepperonis and salamis and garlic sausages
And we ring in the new year
With pop
Or mixed drinks
And meat
And cheese
And crackers
Now that I'm older
We've added things
Like soft cream cheeses of chive and garlic and whatnot for dad
And oysters in sunflower oil for mom
And a big batch of fresh prawns
With spicy dipping sauces
This year
We also had a big bowl
Of fresh red and green grapes
Which is something we'll take onto next year
As simple as it may seem
This thing my family does
Every new years eve
And every day after until we use it all up
Will always bring me
The most childlike joy
Even as I get older
Thank you
Mom and Dad
For something so simple
But also something worth cherishing
Forever
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
