Family is love
And love leads to madness
The crucible of
So much joy and sadness
Sometimes together
Sometimes split apart
As changeable as the weather
And the beating of a heart
There is no book of rules
Just a complex history
They grow hot or they grow cool
Every family’s a mystery
Families wax and wane
Like the phases of the moon
From a beautiful refrain
To a very bitter tune
I’ve seen all possibilities
From hell to the divine
From outright hostility
To heavens valentine
There is no book of rules
Just a complex history
The situations’ more nuanced
And always, somewhat of a mystery
The position that you hold
In a family dynamic
Seems so set in stone
But nothing’s automatic
A support system for one
Is a trap for another
A daughter or a son
A sister or a brother
There is no book of rules
just a complex history
or the rules are are always changing
in ways that are a mystery
we hate the ones we love
and love the ones we hate
in a co-dependent dance
that emotions will dictate
our children they reject it
but then perpetuate
battle plans, wars and truces
that they then negotiate
There is no book of rules
Just a complex history
They grow hot or they grow cool
Every family’s a mystery
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