Beth Joel


Her Family - Poem by Beth Joel

Family is where we belong,
Each member like a thin thread,
That is part of a warm scarf
Around the world's neck.
Sometimes we fall apart, but
Like burning candle wax, someway
We find our way back together.
The mother is that sticky thing,
That holds everything together.
She is that harmonizing voice,
That brings calmness in the eye of hurricane.
She is the strongest human being,
You may never notice it.
She will give up her family and settle half across
The continent to start her own family.
She might not win all the battles but surely, she wins the war.
Everyone in the family in one time or the other,
Runs to her comforting chest, then the storm pass and
She let go with a sigh,
Knowing soon someone else will need assuring heart beats

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013



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