Family is what you make it, right?
A home is where you reside?
Somehow, that can\'t be all!
For it does all disappear.
The very thing we all fear...
A son without a father.
A mother who lost the way.
Just another day.
What if it was never there?
What if this world didn\'t care?
A leaf tumbling on the ground
A portrait within a painting
A shooting star born of calamity
A shark tooth washing ashore
A joke told with no humor
Bones from the past that bore the weight of a life full of strife - full of the pain that leads to disdain afforded a bird...
with broken wings.
A home is what it was,
and family somehow made it
all that it was, all that it was.
Will any of it reappear?
Just start it over, I fear.
Will the next parents be true
in an imperfect world of dust?
That kind of trust, is up to you.
I know that it can\'t be true,
that hope cannot be new?
A half-mast flag forgotten in a field
A leaning oak-frame with no roof
A Jewish man making the Hajj
A remnant tulip in the woods
A footprint in the sands
of the past that just could not last, that did all wash away with every passing day, a world that wouldn\'t stay still, that went too fast...
way too fast...
too fast.