No Two Families

No two families are alike
So we can’t really know
What happens in a household
Underneath the parts that show.

The habits, values and routines
Which parents first control
Aren’t visible to those outside,
Though normalcy’s the goal.

When children grow and leave the house
And heed their inner voice,
The power to reject or stick
With customs is their choice.

What I find most intriguing
Is how those from one abode
Can, as grown-ups, lead such different lives
From those their folks bestowed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Rigoler Avatar
October 28, 2023 at 7:46 PM
I can relate to this gem of a poem, Ilene! I've shed just about every influence my mother dropped on me when growing up – religion, politics, certain friends of hers, and much else! Joined the Air Force at 18 and realized for the first time there were othee people on this planet and a multitude of places to see! Never regretted it. / Maurice
Wolf Avatar
October 26, 2023 at 7:48 PM
It just shows to go you, I guess. Once they've smelled the marijuana, you can't keep the 'lid' on 'em anymore. ~ 'Nickel-Bag'
Flood Avatar
October 25, 2023 at 2:52 PM
You’re right, Ilene, I mean, I’m sure my neighbours don’t possess a single pair of pink fluffy handcuffs!… and if my stepdaughter does… I really don’t wish to know ;-) Nicely observed and rhymed as always.
Allison Avatar
October 25, 2023 at 2:41 PM
I can relate big time llene You wouldnt believe my (ex) sister and i were siblings we were treated so differently and are so different. hugs jan xx
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