Family. Poems - Poems about Family.

Citizen John

Am I a foul fellow when the house is longer than this morning? Am I the designer of the living room that doesn’t encourage formality, because we’re associated with rigid boundaries? I’m the next citizen of an affluent hovel. I’ll be the next coastal lowland along any gulf & hearing your voice, pattering on every

Separation

Her newborn girl wasn't given to her
for the crucial skin to skin contact
instead the nurses took the baby away
and returned the daughter back to the mother-
with a bottle, after a few hours.
A close bond never formed between them
conversations seldom occurred,
time together was little spent.

He was tied up with running his business
rarely was at home with

Suitcase of Yesterdays

My suitcase drags behind me, 
a trail of yesterdays I cannot leave,
As I walk through my family home -
the echo of clinking glass, the faint fizz of bubbly champagne -
Each sparkling laugh is a memory I gently grieve.

The pop of champagne would trigger the ending of another week,
The liquid leaping, racing, climbing, vanishing before they

Johannesburg, the City of Gold

Johannesburg—
city of lights, city of hunger,
city where the pavements gleam with promise
yet the shadows whisper of broken men.

I have walked your streets,
robbed three times beneath your crumbling towers,
and I asked myself—
Why does crime sing so loudly here?

South Africa, my home,
you are a fatherless land.
Eighty-five out of every hundred children
grow up without their fathers—
a generation cut

My Sister, My Sister

The value of a hand to hold
When the skies are dark and the air is cold
When the wind whips shelters with pushes and pulls
Is worth far more than my weight in gold

You stood 4 feet and fearless the day we met 
A fierce firecracker with a gentle, caring touch You've been my loyal warrior for

The Sauce is the Boss

Big news! Sponge Bob married Miss Piggy!

Got pregnant and named the kid Twiggy.

Piggy's sauce was the boss,

Twiggy sucked up the sauce,

But, it made Twiggy a bit jiggy!


Her thirst for Piggy's sauce wouldn't stop,

Sucked it down to the very last drop!

Then Twiggy kept yellin',

Her belly kept swellin',

Looked like a seed tick ready to Pop!


Poor Sponge Bob,

Hat in the Breeze

You caught sight of the trees,

Wind put hat in the breeze.

Now you're mad as a cat,

Was your favorite hat!

But, you cursed at my Dad,

I don't care that you're mad.

You keep talkin' like that,

You'll lose more than your hat!

Papa Don't Preach

My Pa used to always say:

"Son, life is like a game of cards,"

"Don't cheat, until no one's lookin',"

"Don't spit, in front of company,"

"Don't ever Pee, in a wind storm,"

And absolutely, positively, no matter WHAT,"

"Hey Boy, hand me another Blatz!"

"Don't ever, EVER, defecate where you eat!"

"Or is it where you work? Or was it sleep?"

"Hell, I

A Fathers Sacrafice

At 2 a.m. the engine hums & the road awaits his tread,
A departing message on the front door camera to his wife and two kids, as he slips away in dread.
The house is warm, the night is cold, his heart is torn in two, for love is here, but duty calls, 
"its the career he chose

On Deck

Parents gone, what the heck
Now I find, I'm on deck.

Siblings three follow me, how can it be 
that I'm on deck.

Eldest one, not much fun 
to be the one on deck.

Would I rather them than me,
No, I think I'll let it be 
me...on deck.

soirees

The last three weeks have been a seemingly endless series of welcome parties, get-togethers, receptions, meet-and-greets and cocktail parties - every kind of cheesy or ostentatious soirée my Grandmère can throw together, she’s dragged me to. It’s hard to match her energy.

“You have to meet people,” she insists, “and they have to meet YOU.”
“And why?”

RAISING CHILDREN

May we be blessed to understand…
how raising a child is like planting a tree…

We nurture them with love, food and water and sun
but it’s only when they’re grown 
and we’re sitting in their shade
do we realize how good a job we’ve done.

EMPTY NEST

With her youngest child now in college…beginning her own life quest…
Ali, our daughter…(as Deborah and I and so many parents before)
is left with an empty nest.

We spend years keeping our children close 
giving them someone whom they can rely on
and then one day we look around 
and just like that…
they’re gone.

And we’re faced with the

Ikigai: Petals in Stillness

Spring — Passion

Kintsugi dawn—
white plum scents night air
tea rises in stillness.

Cranes cross pale sky;
child laughter drifts on moss.
A garden remembers.

Summer — Vocation

Tatami breathes—
cicada shells cling
reborn softly.

Koi flicker below
ripples fade in quiet hands.
Evening thunder calls—

incense drifts
forms bow.

Autumn — Mission

Fox lanterns kindle
shoji float through silver mist—
ancestral spirits stir.

Stray dog nestles
by the gate;
even strays seek warmth.

Tea vapor
recalls morning.

Winter

leave nature alone

Leave nature alone 

As I walked through the forest, I was in total awe of all the beauty I saw. 
Trees that reached up into the skies as white clouds floated by.
Two squirrels playing tag around a tree stopped and looked at me. 
In my mind, I heard them say:   "Since they've come,

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