There were always too many people Cousins, I can’t remember all their names It didn’t matter as food was plentiful And we played so many games Water balloon volleyball, was a splash Uncles tossed my sister over the net She was light, and they’d always catch Then wheelbarrow races came next Grandpa was a mason, so he had many Mortar remnants in the tub would scratch The girls in the tub, the boys ran steady Until you hit a bump and ended in a crash But the grass gave a soft landing Made softer by so much laughter It all ended with grandpa’s barbecuing And we go home with the leftovers Now the rusted wheelbarrows sit The tire locked up and gone flat Cousins all moved, I think they have kids We share memories over funeral plots
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