17: Lawn Party

It's a lawn party,

     With aromas floating around.
It's a gathering,
     Of people with tales to be told.
It's a reunion,
     Among loved ones which they forgot.
It's a bustling mood,
     Fueled by twirling delicate dishes.
It's a sort of heartache,
     When seeing faces long lost.
It's a feeling lost in thought,
     To not know when you'll
Find this clearing of sun
     Again.