The children stopped their laughing,
Everyone’s gone home,
But we’re here,
wishing you wouldn’t leave
The toys are sitting idle
No one begging to read
And right now,
We feel so incomplete
It’s you and me,
All alone in our house,
I don’t know how to say it,
I guess we’ll just have to play it by ear.
Maybe Next Year
We wish you were here.
(To the tune of “Meet Me Here” by Pat Terry)
We came back to an enthusiastic Porthos (spent the day alone as we took Josh and the family to the airport). It’s awfully quite after having all our family for a whole week, and the grandkids for two. It is good that they have all gone home, that’s what we as parents raise them to do, leave and cleave. It makes our next reunion all the more sweet. Here is to the joys and sorrows of family. I’m just saying.
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