Chats and Laughs by anxiousmiler after a poem by Leroy Quintana

When I was young
we would play from morning to bedtime
hearing our grandmother
teaching us how to pray.
Our parents would tell us
about their good old days
            between chats and laughs

Now we have grown up
seeing us each other
every two months
reuniting the ones we are left
remembering how good 
those old days were
            between chats and laughs