The way of the family

 

Oh what a gift each one is to this fam-

i-ly, we are the luckiest of all!

We understand not very much. I am

most blessed of living men, both short or tall,

not only did I get a woman true,

who's growing more in each, most ev'ry day,

but then there's offspring, prize of prizes, who

are people, bit like us, who go away,

and come again; and going, coming brings

both sadnesses and joys, like growing pains.

And open friendship, where it can, it sings

and plays the music of a land of gains.

That is because of future reckonings,

and one we trust to interveningly

turn losses/ cuts, into the scars which bring

us into the next stage of life's body.

And sometimes others, in this way of life,

are cut up for us, so to pass it on.

A mother knows this most, if birthing strife

can still have both lives saved. And she's not wrong.

But ev'ry part of life, in fam-i-ly,

is in some ways or others, still a bit

like suffering and death of one's self we

subsume our own desires, to the best fit.

This love's not just the mechanism used

to magnify and multiply this way

of life, it is the muscles, food, and shoes

that take us on this fam'ly's path today.

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