Home Life. Poem by fanniesson -

They never kissed
my sister brother or me,
nor did I ever see them
kiss one another.
I'm talking, never a peck
good morning, goodnight
welcome home, goodbye.

I never did experience them
showing any type of affection
towards my siblings or me
or for that matter one another,
in the eighteen years
I lived with them or those
ten years after when I would
come by to visited them
up until their deaths,

but there we were.

My brother my sister, me, and them.
Five of the most unconnected people
on God's green Earth, back together again
most weekends in that three-bedroom walkup
in Brooklyn.