It's not my turn yet, but I have to take the picnic one!

A picnic is my favorite fantasy
Sitting on a blanket with my one true love
Food in the basket long since forgotten
Feeling so full when we leave
I won’t need to eat for weeks

A picnic with my sweet little girl
She helped me make the finger foods
Grinning at me through a peanut butter smile
She says momma, “ I want to be just like you!”
Hoping I can be worthy

A picnic with my robust boy
He’s rolling down the hill, too busy to be hungry
We laugh for awhile and throw sticks
Give blanket rides to each other and end up
Throwing the food to the ducks

A picnic with my mom and dad
Long gone on their journey to heaven
But still here in my mind and heart and life
Saying all of the things we said long ago
But even sweeter now with the retelling

A picnic is a lovely feast
There is something about the conscious thought
Of putting together one’s favorite foods to share
With chosen ones in a chosen spot
That makes the partaking almost ceremonial

Hand squeezed lemonade and crunchy chicken
Pots of cheese and bread with olive oil for dipping
Only the finest (read that cheap, cold, and sweet) wine will do
And most of all, to my picnic today
I wish I could invite all of you



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