Big Family Blues Poem by Paul Buttigieg

Must have been a massive struggle
For poor Betty and Old Joe
To raise children in numbers you couldn't count
Using all fingers and every toe

I pondered their rare discussions
Any ability to fathom a life's plan
When once in a rare meeting
Old Betty made love to her absent trapping man

The children mounted in number
All beautiful souls today
But left with so many questions
Why our sibling love harbours decay

Individuals made from family blues
No clear reasons I can see for that
Maybe we all need a chill pill
And throw out the welcome mat

Big family blues are such a sad thing
When old age starts to hinder reconciliation
And maybe just maybe there's a chance
We won't all die in anticipation

Does not the love need to happen in our lifetime?
That we all pull back together
For Old Betty and Old Joe to be proud of us
Not losing family forever

CopyrightPaolo2023-06-13