that old clock, tick, tock...
big hand can't move fast enough
friday afternoon

iridescent clouds
pink, soft blue whispers, precede
scorching orange

pista de baile
juntos grandes y chicos
palmas y tacos
cuatro generaciones
al calor de familia

on a strange dance floor
together from young to old
clapping and tapping
four loving generations
warm embrace surrounds, family

mariposita
vagando de flor en flor
gustando néctar

working all morning
listening to standards, while
awaiting weekend

laughter, hugs, kisses
its been almost thirty years
paternal cousins

flowers no longer,
small pears, peaches, apples
sunny backyard