Family

this is from the point of view of someone who didn't have a positive family/childhood life (no kidding)

 Family

 

As I walked alone all that night,

I thought of all that it could mean

To have a family

That had really cared for me

As much as they said they did—

Hypocrites, they had other priorities.

 

And I thought of all the families

Out there today.

So as I strolled in the dark,

I thought I might just observe

The dynamics and the lives of

Family

 

I happened upon

A wealthy house

The maid was their mother,

The butler, more of a father,

The parents so busy,

There was no real life in them

That their children could see.

 

I happened upon

A caring house

The parents were happy

The kids were helping

It was the perfect harmony

That is usually just a joke to see

But it existed then and there

And I wanted more than ever.

 

I happened upon

A poor house

Crowded with sorrow

And hardship.

The family was separate,

Each to their own worries,

And no one leaned on the other

For any sort of support.

 

 

 

 

 

The last

Was a no-house.

The house where there is no real family

Just fakes you learn to believe in.

The kids were gone

Like they were every night,

The parents were working—

Their main care in life.

And that was where I had been

All those years growing up;

And that most people

Will find themselves today.

 

As I reached my dark empty house that night

I reflected on what I had seen:

Life means nothing

Without relationships,

And sorrow means nothing

With love.

And hardships mean nothing

With a family for support.