What Family Means

Although this is not my usual way, I am not a generally obsessive personality (I don’t think) sometimes there are SUBJECTS that repeat themselves. Over and Over. (One good example is Bernie and Hillary. But luckily that’s not this poem.)

For many years
I’ve been thinking
what family means.
My mother moved
to a small town
without family
to marry my father.
Two of his Official
Family Members
were around our corner,
not people to see
too much.
We made our own
who we saw who
we loved it wasn’t
an Every Sunday
kind of thing
more I like you
so I want to see you
blood didn’t enter
the equation
I know
about blood
of history
don’t like
the usual
even now
so many people
are in
my funny
family now.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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