Family on a Page

Within all families, there is some form of destruction,

Threatening to steal you away; abduction.

Secrets threatening to rip your family apart.

Uncovering those secrets is a form of art,

And can be done in many a form

Despite not being quite the 'norm'.

"Mother, please pass the creamy mustard,

And the cold jelly with custard,"

"Of course, dear, have as much as you like,

And let me know if there's anything you dislike,"

"Sister, I think we should go 'round

And mention one thing we've found

To be thankful for in this time

Me; I'm thankful for rhyme,"

"I'm grateful for the birds in the trees,

The autumn, the winter and cool summer breeze,"

"I'm happy I've been given this life,

For families, especially my dear wife,"

"Me? Well I've lots to say

I'm thankful for my Father, to whom I can pray,

I'm grateful for my home, keeping me warm,

Loved and safe, through any storm.

But most of all, I'm thankful for today,

In which we can arise from nothing and meet in this way,"

"Arise from nothing? Surely you didn't mean it in that sense,

For the days in which we've been here are no less than immense,"

"Darling, I think it's time you knew,

We're just words on a page, us all and you,"