Family Reunions

wonderful poem dear man ... my life is a family reunion at the moment being down here meeting up with family etc lol love and hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

I thought immediately of people gathered at a gravesite in a large cemetary, or am I off on this? Anyways, it's a great poem!

Ann of Norway "Family reunions Scratched in stone" I too like this bit and copy it out to emphasise it too. The wistful still of graveyards even when just outside their walls there is a lively traffic roaring; enter here and they are quieting to the mind and subconsciously we cut out all other sounds and concentrate on the tomb stones and their messages, tread carefully and softly on the grasses, or along the gravel paths between and feel the presence of people, many people and wonder who they all were and even sense that at some of these tombs, we should say something, they are lonely, or are they? The family come to the funeral from far and wide and meet perhaps only then, all are quiet in awe of the ceremony, nervous, even excited on meeting some of their kin for the first time. This atmosphere of reunion hangs again as you say Longoardolino in the scratches on the stones, caught in their recesses along with the mosses of time. "In day time mumurings" is daytime one word perhaps? and muRmurings! Love to you and may you have many happy reunions while you live. Annuccia.