Family
That is a big word.
If I write a poem about one of them,
Someone else might get jealous.
Unless I write about someone who is gone.
It's too late and I'm too tired to write a good one.
They really know how to push my buttons.
They should, they are the ones who installed them.
They make me angry. They make me crazy.
They make me feel sane again.
They are the best of times. They are the worst of times.
They are the boring in between bits.
They are my everything.
