Rare without them
I'm getting a call again
I have to say
It's a rare day
To see the time go by
As I stare in my eyes
Upon the mirror's reflection
And think of myself and
Those of my family along with the ones that came before me
About how they scringed, and fought, and scrounged,
The family tree's historical story
I have to admit that I'm glad
Cause I have a privilege most don't
Which is a Mom and a Dad
It's weird that I don't talk to them every single day, by choice
Cause every time we're on the phone my mom says that
"I missed the sound of Your voice."
Sometimes I feel like a disrespectful son
Cause I'll be engrossed in TV, a game, or some impertinent chore while on the run
It's still very rare to think that my family's weird
Cause in love, one another we smother
So, it's weird to on days that I forget that I'm a brother
It's weird when I'm so self-centered that I forget I have siblings
Even with such focus, they manage to give me
Time out of their day to send me things to laugh and vibe
It's not always a reunion, sometimes we check in just to make sure one another's alive
It's weird and a rare day when I think that most families get to live close
Our immediate's equally separated from paternal and maternal, relative to both
It's a rare day when I think that siblings arguing is normal
Especially since our parents told us how to debate one another with grammatical language that's formal
It's a rare day when I want to do nothing and don't go out to play
Since being active is apart of my, a living continuance of my parents' DNA
It's a rare day when I look at myself and don't see my family as apart of me
Even though my siblings and I are establishing our careers, spaced out rather separately
It's a rare day when I don't want to think about the health of the ones that I love
It's a rare day when we don't say "I love You," after arguing when push-comes-to-shove
It's a rare day when I'm not thankful for all that I've been given.
It's a rare day when I don't count my familial blessings and for the time that we're livin'
It's a rare day when I'm so furious at them that I don't want to see them if I'm feeling crossed
It's a rare day when I don't mourn the time that I spend with them, cause in the future when we're gone I'll be sad about our loss.
Author's Notes: This comment was originally published on Heather Hubler's poem "a rare day."
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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
This is such a sweet and thoughtful poem. It's wonderful you have a family like that and you appreciate them. Lovely work :)