Cartwheels In The Grass Poem by Jim Yerman

In the middle of Ava's soccer game…somehow it came to pass
that three members of my family were doing cartwheels in the grass.

As our family grows and extends…as in and out each other's lives we drift
any time I get to spend with my family…I consider as a gift.

It doesn't matter what day…in whatever time or place
nothing beats the feeling of being with family…face-to-face.

Even at a soccer game…amidst parental encouragement and screams
we can find the time to talk about their current hopes and dreams.

Because every moment spent with family…with any portion of my family tree
Is bound to bring a smile to my face…and add some memories.

So I take advantage of that moment with my family…every child, every woman, every man
in the time we have together to make as many memories as I can.

It could be cheering Ava on…one of her family of soccer fans…
It could be talking with Damien and Trista about their wedding plans.

It could be, on an afternoon when the clouds blocked out the sun
talking with Ali and Trista about mimosas…pitchers….two for one.

I try to make as many memories as I can in the moment…
because once that moment's passed…
I never know which memories will fade…
and which memories will last.

It could be Taylor talking about his new job…
or about Aden's statistic class
or it could be something as simple…
as doing cartwheels in the grass.