Daudi Chifefe

Gather 'round.

We gather ‘round like spoons in a drawer,
A messy set, but who’s keeping score?
Birthdays, holidays, trips on a whim,
We dance through the chaos, the chances are slim—
We’ll all agree, but that’s part of the lore.

The food may be too spicy, the drinks too strong,
But laughter’s the soundtrack we carry along.
We argue, we sulk, we storm out the door,
But somehow, we’re laughing by round number four,
Because grudges don’t last where good stories belong.

When loss finds its way to our crowded table,
We sit in the silence, as long as we’re able.
We raise up a glass to those no longer here,
And lean on the strength of the love we hold dear.
Together, we carry what no one should bear alone.

Through laughter, through stories, through days undefined,
We’re bound to this chaos, to lives intertwined.
Life’s wild and fleeting, but we don’t let it faze—
Together, we rise, caught up in the blaze
Of a bond that burns bright, unwritten, unlined.