FamilyA Poem by Al R. Arce
I remember a while back, during Grandpa’s wake
Little Blake came to me, and quietly sat on my lap His eyes showed disarray as he looked upon my face I asked him affably, what was troubling his day He wanted to know the meaning of the word family His question overflowed my senses and my thoughts And as I looked into his eyes, I answered tactfully. My little pup, my little brother, look around you, feel the love Everything you see, so many wondrous things Family is what you feel in your mother’s hugs after the thunder It’s like that old tree who surrenders to the winter, but comes back on the spring Family is what these walls guard, all the twisters and the twitters What we cry and why we laugh, keeping secret all that we are Family lives within our hearts, always with us, casually. Family is not defined in the internet, as it’s molded by the vessel that holds it It is what you will escape from, while seeking your own interests It is what you will long for, when you fall to the bottom of the pit Family is to lose you, to self-deny justice, rights or desires As it is not about delights, but ensuring our persistence It is not restricted by blood, trust, hood or law It simply flows as water through the rocks. Family is within those old photos, of unknowns long gone It cannot be undone by any legal or civil note It is the reflection from our own mirror, crept on every bone Family is not suppressed by a definition It is a feeling within Grandma’s gaze The summer heat of your new sister’s embrace Little Blake, family is, all you see within this wake. © 2014 Al R. ArceFeatured Review
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Added on February 3, 2014Last Updated on February 3, 2014 AuthorAl R. ArceSt. Louis, MOAboutI'm in my 50's. My family is my life. Writing is my hobby. I hope you find here something that you enjoy. Constructive comments are welcomed. If you ask me to read something I will. Thank you for.. more..Writing
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