Sunday dinner after a late afternoon drive
In the warm summer air
Seeping in through the windows
are the sunbeams from the setting sun
At grandmas house
All settled in
She's baked an apple pie
She smiles at you and strokes your hair
She's never called you a liar
Grandad just got back
from the lake, catching tomorrow's lunch
He never laid a hand on you
You never took a single punch
Reminiscing in the kitchen
Pans to the table from the oven
And they listen
The Aunt who was more of a sister
Did your makeup for you
Like she used to do
When she was in high school
She talks about her children
You see them all the time
and she never stopped calling
Mom and Dad are there
Baby sis set the table
with a smile on her face
She says she loves you
Her big sister
She's never made you cry
Everyone sitting together having Sunday dinner
Taking a look around the place
Sun-soaked tile, everybody wearing a happy grin
No tears in sight
You think, "How lucky can a girl get?"
Until the dream ends
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