Monday, February 18, 2019

We Are Family


 Some provinces in Canada are celebrating Family Day today...
Right here, right now some are laying loved ones to their eternal rest,
their names forever etched only in memories, on their family tree.
If we are part of a family, let's never take it for granted!
Let's love/cherish one another while we can in every way we can!

I love this poem by Edgar A. Guest...

We Are Family...

Of bark-and-bite
And hold-me-tight
Of learning while we teach
Hearts over flow
While arms let go
Where yearning kindles reach
And happiness
Is made of mess
And mess is made by we
Who, humbly blessed
Have known life’s best
For we are family

Love’s ecstasy
And agony
Its fireballs deploy
We scale and dredge
The height and depth
Of both sorrow and joy
Where push and pull
Cannot annul
Blood-lined affinity
Nor winds nor sea
Uproot this tree
For we are family

The Hand that weaves
The limbs and leaves
We trace back to our roots
Designs the vines
With quirks and lines
Unique to its own fruit
Where why we are
The way we are
Would be easy to see
If you had known
Great Uncle John
Well… we are family

Where our nose
Or gait exposes
More than we may guess
And old photos
Might startles those
Who look past formal dress
To recognize
In stance or eyes
Familiarity
As we embrace
The names we trace
That makes us family

Then live-laugh-love
And kiss-hold-hug
The touch of Time is brief
Where far too soon
Death snuffs the croon
And flutter of the leaf
To take its place
Where fingers trace
The phantom filigree
That brings us to
The me-and-you
And makes us family

© Janet Martin

The Stick-Together Families

By
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it's bitterness they harvest, and it's empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.

There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.

It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-stick-together-families-by-edgar-albert-guest

(some of my family members are trying to decide
if they could quickly 'ease' through mother's flower-garden with a load of wood...)
Yup!

 When you have the name Grandson no bowl is off-limits!

The Stick-Together Families

By
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it's bitterness they harvest, and it's empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.

There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.

It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-stick-together-families-by-e

The Stick-Together Families

By
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it's bitterness they harvest, and it's empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.

There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.

It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-stick-together-families-by-edgar-albert-guest

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