Family Poem by Martin McIntosh

You have it
You need it
You love it
You loath it

It's something you're born with
You sometimes wish you weren't
Then you realise you're and idiot

You can't wait to leave
To be independent
To be self-titled 'me'

The you realise it's not
All it; s cracked up to be
You realise you miss those days
You remise,

Trying to make up with them
You realise it's to late
So now

You miss it
You want it
You need it
You didn't loath it


You love it