The Rise and Fall
This is a story-
An unfinished story of a girl unsaid
A girl who was very well read,
but didn't always have her own bed.
A breaking of union when she was too young;
A coming together with a new dad and son.
Her family had grown twofold-
Oh how she was loved
But times fell hard
And she fell with a start;
when she was living in a little house
With no space apart
Cramped and compact,
she did not complain
Because it was not all that bad, you see
When your surrounded by the love of your family
Too many people
A too small space
This little girl needed her space
And she was not the only one
Petty arguments and
Silly squabbles
Too close together and
Too far apart
So the little girl and her family moved
To their own house
A olaace with wide halls
And big walls
But the rest of her family followed
As she knew they would
But she was OK
Because she finally understand
They were dysfunctional;
they were strange;
they had no concept of a time range.
But family is family wherever you are
No matter how near, no matter how far
Copyright © Abigail Tatum | Year Posted 2016
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