There's this place that is my favorite,

It is big and spacious and at times loud,

A gathering place for most to tell about their lives.

Laughter and tears are shared here,

hugs and love are common.

Chairs are set in a huge circle,

Nobody bothers to knock on the front door, 

just walking on in is the norm.

Big fires are the centerpiece of our circle and

laughter is all around.

However nowadays everything is a little more quieter,

not as lively as it used to be, with the life of the party gone

how else would it be?

Although the party rages on the world seems so small,

that backyard holds us together and sometimes it seems far off

but Grandpa watches us now and helps us heal

with a little bit of laughter and love. 

That backyard maybe small but it holds us all close

and without it I doubt that I'd even come home.