Lyndz, Tori (Victoria), and I wrote a poem together by each taking turns writing a line when we were on a road trip about ten years ago...

Once upon a time there was a pig

He decided to eat a fig

The fig was unique and the pig grew wings

All the while the chicken sings

"Nothing is at it seems"

While the chicken sings, the pig dreams

Dreams of the past

Dreams of the present

Dreams of the future

What can't and won't be

And all the while the chicken sings

"Nothing is at it seems"

The pig flies with wise doves

They ask, "Are you grateful, Love?"

And all the while the chicken sings

"Nothing is at it seems"

The pig replies, first with a sigh

And then with the words "Til the day I die"

And all the while the chicken sings

"The world is as you want it to seem."

Straight up copied this from what we put on our mom's refrigerator. Gave the punctuation some slight editing, but all words remain the same. Thinking of people who love each other coming together by doing things they love together. Cheers to you and your families.