In case you’re wondering
(over Chips Ahoy and tea),
they’ve got a couple of skeletons
in the closet and a portrait in the
attic (Auntie Mary Ellen – she’s
looked 35 her whole life, you know,
and she’s 80 now.) Uncle Jay can’t
stop drinking, and Cousin Gia can’t
stop smiling, and nobody knows why.
Great-Grandpa Georgie always smells
like cheese. Marky’s not the smartest
knife in the drawer, but he’s the
brightest, with a smile like the rising
sun. Ancestry.com isn’t gonna weigh
in on this one – where they’re from
or how many miles so-and-so traveled
so many years ago to get them all
here (and there, and over yonder).
But they’re fonder of each other
than most, and they boast a Phd or
two, and more than a few who’ve
made a difference in a world where
more is whispered than said right
out loud. There’s soil under their
nails and mud on their boots
and their clouds have storms and
silver linings. And their family tree?
Smallish branches; deep down roots.
This is the one with all the prompts, for day 8 of Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge.