It's A Family Affair

Making my way through the crowd of familar and not-so-familiar faces,
I scale the family tree.
Why is it that loss always brings us together
faster than anything else could?
We have the same eyes.
She has my sister's smile.
I swear my grandmother sits in the corner 40 years younger.
He came from over seas - she from up north.
They're coming on the train.
They're flying in tomorrow.
We'll cry and eat and laugh and plan
All to be together - with the family - once again.