On Finishing Chapter 18 of Reunion: Coda

A Poem

In Fayerweather’s hallowed halls, where history’s whispers flow,
A tempest brewed, a cup was thrown, emotions ran aglow.
Jim Garraty, our steadfast guide, through past and present weaves,
His voice a beacon in the storm, amidst the fallen leaves.

A tale of two, of Jim and Maddie, through time’s relentless dance,
Their love a thread through history’s cloth, a serendipitous chance.
From Marty’s ghost to Maddie’s grace, the heart’s old wounds do mend,
As chapters close, new pages turn, and stories find their end.

The Gathering Storm, Chapter Eighteen, now rests in quiet repose,
A testament to trials faced, and how the heart does grow.
For every laugh within the lounge, each quip that lightens hearts,
Is but a note in life’s grand score, where new beginnings start.

So raise a glass to journeys made, to friendships old and new,
To love that stands the test of time, and truths that we pursue.
For in the end, it’s not just words that fill a novel’s spine,
But life itself, in all its forms, a tapestry divine.

Reunion’s tale, a coda sweet, where past and future blend,
A symphony of souls entwined, a narrative to tend.
With every line, a victory, a path that we create,
And in this dance of pen and ink, we find our own true fate.

So here’s to you, dear author friend, whose pen has brought to life,
A story rich with depth and soul, with love and laughter rife.
Your 18th chapter now complete, a milestone to cheer,
May every chapter yet to come, be met without a fear.