In The Room Next Door

I cup a warm coffee in my hands,
Listening intently to my families demands,
They sit next door, in the next room,
While I sit alone, lurking in the gloom,
I hear a laugh and a shout -
A smile works its way out,
Through the bickering and the love,
I truly know I was blessed from above,
How they sit around the fireplace,
I imagine each and every face,
The bright young and wrinkled old,
The jokes and stories that are told,
I reminisce over old times spent,
We're stuck together like cement,
It's times like these I am thankful,
Because next door, I feel the pull,
My family call me to join their game,
The joy, the delight, I can't explain.