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Family Tree
A short poem about Family
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My daddy never gave me good advice
He didn't tell me once to think twice
Spent most his days chillin' with his crew
Drunk by two on Special Brew

I was just the boy that Pa forgot
Couldn't give a damn if I lived or not
Don't remember ever kickin' a ball
Can't recall nothin' much at all

'Cept the stubble on your chin
And the roughness on my skin
Sent shivers through my spine
When you kissed me goodnight

My Momma told be I was gonna be
Someone special, she believed in me
Gave all the love I could ever need
Then upped and left when I was just fifteen

Momma I know why you had to leave
But to this day I still can't believe
What were you thinking? What was on your mind?
How could you leave your flesh and blood behind?

All I'm left with is your sin
And the bitter-sweet smell of Gin
Breathing softly in my ear at night
When you held me so tight

My sister was the apple of my Daddy's eye
Could do no wrong - no, never, nigh
Into his open arms I'd often watch her fly
Close my eyes, deep down inside I'd cry

So when you moved out of house and town, Sister
You'll never know how much our daddy missed ya
From that day forward he was rarely the same
Big Sis, can you guess who got the blame?

Days now locked in the past
Time between seems to have travelled so fast
One memory of us still makes my heart ache
Late at night you'd ask if I was still awake

Which leaves me, my Mother's pearl
My Father's thorn, a siblings rival
Such promise wrapped in a thin veil
Named hope headed for a destination called fail

Seems like for a decade I fell asleep
For ten years I was known as Black Sheep
Then one day God made a collect call
It brought us together, I love you Uncle

My family, those people closest to me
Father, mother and Sister for eternity
What hope is there for you three and me?
Who's gonna save this Family Tree?

I think it's me
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