Like a Family Flu
Some day when I am living far, far away
I am looking down on this planet so grim,
Thinking how so few of us are here today
In my fantasy world all frivolity and whim,
Wondering what happened to all my kin
My! I should have kept better track of them.
Even those of my kith who were thin skin
Took offense at every minor family slight,
And secreted themselves away, t’was a sin.
I think of some who constantly stirred a fight
And, t’was said it’s common, like a family flu,
But thereby, settled over us all a nasty blight.
When mom and dad and their folks withdrew,
It was clear they were the cement, the glue.
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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