Its bust ups and make ups
Good days and bad
It's talking things over
It's about mums and dads
Its birthdays, death days, anniversaries inbetween
It's celebration, commiserations and life in a spin.
Its confiding in one but then everyone knows
Its the lives that we're living
And the highs and the lows
Its the coming together
And falling apart
Its sisters and brothers
And the games that they start
It's sons and daughters
It's grannies so old
It's grandads naughty
Its cousins unknown
It's never perfect
But what really is?
It's tangibly intangible
It's family
It's mess
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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Comments4
Its a super write,
it's just as it is
it's OK by me
It sounds like my secrets are out of the box
Thanks Dusk. Well it certainly describes my family to a nice cup tea!
This is a pattern I can only hope I created with my little crew but my upbringing was for from the delight of just bad!
Still we get the lessons we get and all the better to enjoy your words with!
Much appreciated
Keep it real
Thanks Dan. It's true our families are some of our greatest teachers
So many elements - some of which made me smile with recognition, some sigh with resignation.
You got the inevitable complexity just right Sax. Thanks.
Cheers Dave
Families can be so strange sometimes but they teach us so much and we wouldn't be without them.
Andy
That's very true GF
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