Luv Dat Famlee

Family get-togethers,

reunions and such,

aunties and uncles

get back in touch

 

with all those we love,

and all those we don’t;

those whom we hug

and those whom we won’t.

 

It’s hard to choose,

when family gives you lip:

grit your teeth

or let ‘er rip.

 

They gabble together,

those elders lament,

of morals and politics;

Wonder where the grandkids went?

 

Food brings us back

and ties us together.

Ice cream and sparklers

strengthen the tethers.

 

Families are funny

the way they pan out,

a mish-mash of kin

we can’t do without.

 

Born into, or adopted,

or take in a stray.

We love ’em, we hate ’em,

can’t give ’em away.

 

When it comes to family,

one cannot choose.

When it comes to family,

one cannot refuse.

 

Pour out thy love,

measure by measure,

to those whom God gives you

in His good pleasure.