Birthday reunion

Tonight my family's faces kissed, talked,

ate cake and s'mores, told stories and sang.

The room rang with the names we were given.

Our faces rhyme, our stories have walked

all over our crisscrossed memories. This gang

is our gang, the names are the names. Embraces

flickering, stories lovingly felted. We've driven

mad, wild to be this us. To touch and watch our faces.