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about “Family”
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The conversation ebbs and flows
Your words are teaching me
The you I want and need to know
Your poetry lets me see
Lost in your own reverie
A deeper meaning rises
I watch in awe a similar me
Yielding pieces,… prizes
A common thread between us runs
A gift of parents gone
For you the daughter me the son
Our legacy goes on
Pushing each to be the best
Examining the past
What drives us forward gives us test
Are their old words that last
Love for them that made us be
No answers that are right
We are their product not quite free
It’s all too much to fight
IN MY HAND
In my hand I held a treasure
One October
day
Three generations wandering
Across an
orchard made their way
At times the hands in mine were small
Leading me
along
In between, trees they climbed
Plucking
apples, singing songs
At times it was my love who placed
Her spirit
in my palm
Sharing all the joys with me
Grandchildren
on her arm
At times it was my daughters hand
That
nestled warm in mine
That melted all the years away
Gave birth
new frame of time
At times it seemed I held my own
A child to
my own man
I was as much the offspring, as
The leader
of the clan
Sunday morning sun is shining
Bags are
packed and stowed
Hosts have left us on our own
After the
candles glowed
Today will find them far away
With other
family
Spreading joy their presence brings
Their gifts
for you and me
Once there lived a cat named Sabbath
Black he
was, as night
Most of the time he slept, you see
But
occasionally, he’d bite
Slowly he would creep around
This chubby
feline friend
Out the way of children small
With them
he’d not contend
He moved quite slowly, quietly
A pose
designed to fool
If food he spied along the way
He’d climb
up on a stool
With all his girth no one suspected
How agile
he might be
If treats he saw on oven top
He’d leap
to three foot three
He’d reach and stretch to knock it down
Stand up on
hind legs two
He’d know the box he couldn’t open
He needed
me and you
So when at last the floor became
The treats
new resting place
He’d push and paw and look at us
Upturn his
pleading face
Of course he’d get his hard earned treat
We’d marvel
at his feat
This game he’d play with us each day
Not
sporting, him to beat
And if perchance a box you’d open
Unwrapping
carefully
Before you’d notice him around
Inside he’d
comfortably be
You could not help but laugh at all
The things
he’d do to us
No matter how he’d make us mad
No matter
at the fuss
You see we love this feline large
Who puts up
with us, four
And seems to have a sense of humor
What has he
next, in store?