We inherit family by default,
Generations glued to our DNA,
But are we always loved and accepted?
Sadly, it sometimes doesn’t work that way.
There’s no process to divorce relatives—
No opt-out included in the contract;
We might plead busy every holiday,
Yet those double helixes stay intact.
Kinfolk have since departed—I miss them.
Memories so precious are collected,
Welcomed, whether pristine, tearful, or cracked,
And traits, once scorned, in my eyes reflected.
~*~
Written for MLM's Monday Wordle 468 using the words default, family, inherit, generations, glue, memories, miss, welcome, loved, accepted, included, divorce.
I went a little nuts here connecting the rhymes in my own special pattern, but once I started I had to keep it up. This theme is timely because I have been working on my April A2Z posts, and they’re all about memories of times long gone and how even the negative and sad recollections have their place in the mental photo album along with the happy, shining moments.
Great piece your poem manages to be both cynical and tender at the same time, which is exactly how family feels for most of us 🙌
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ange!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, sometimes we don't know how we will miss them until they are gone. The double helixes cannot determine how our relatives act toward us, but they shape who we are, nevertheless.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Infidel
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