This Crooked Family Tree

As I stand here gazing upon A row of trees nearing their demise My mind is overcome by a barrage Of paralyzing truths That have contaminated my spirit Like a river transposing itself Into an infested swamp Nonetheless, the sight before me Whispers to my imagination This family tree is crooked: What compels ones sister To seduce another sisters husband? Just yesterday they were sharing Clothes and make-up Today, they share the same lover The tree has become withered: Susie flees from home again While Uncle Jake is far too under The chains of influence to notice I thought children came first Then alcohol was second That tree has shaded to grey: Tony searches for drug money While Aunt Sara is on the prowel For a new husband at The corner tavern again However, I did not realize New uncles were so easy to find The branches are twisted: Mommy never kissed Santa Claus On Christmas eve night, Instead, Aunt Sharon was kissing Her husbands brother under the mistletoe After everyone went to sleep Or so they thought, An old song takes on a new meaning All the leaves have fallen: Great grandmother loved reciting Stories of the family history It is now that I understand why, She left some tales untold So I wonder, Who planted these trees?