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.