working root

Love ain't but a limp away
from driving somebody off the cliff
this morning! "Wait, hold on!"

Voices raised while he
stands in puddles of tears
trying to digest the

expressions on mamma's face,
balled up fist of dad's voice
loud&defiant.

Same folk that took to him to
Chucky Cheese with wide warm
smiles are fighting

arguing like hate. "Mommy, daddy please
don't fight! Don't you love
each other?"

As simple as that, there is a pause.
Chaos exits the air by pure
innocence and hurt.

Both parents stop to look down at
the soul that has erupted into
sadness and confusion.

"Oh, baby, we are so sorry." Mommy soothes
feeling the pang of guilt and selfishness.
"We are sorry son," dad co-signs

realizing one day he'll
grow up to be a man loving a woman.
The residue of this day

was bitter on his lips as he prayed within a whisper,
“How could I be so stupid?" "I am the first example!” "forgive me."
this moment would be converted to work for his good, he faith.

This was his mistake. He is king
of the household. Both parents bow and embrace
him, once again three of a knit

rope family. "We just get so mad

sometimes that we forget, baby." Mom acknowledged.
Dad looks over at his wife of "through thick and thin" then
nods and say's, "I am sorry, my love."

"Me too." Mom apologizes.

"Love is there!" eyes to see energy to wave, it is there, clouded by
the distractions of life. Part of the journey

as testament of the weak&strong. Soon there
are three puddles pouring with laughs
and sighs. "We are a family and from now

on we will work things out as a family!"
the little one chimes, "we will talk to one
another and not hurt!"

"Here, here!" Dad agrees. "You got it!" Mom snaps.



Family..family is a dying breed. So much is placed before
it til' it's hidden and despised frowned upon,
but family is the foundation of any nation. The stability
and strength that derives from such a concept is pinnacle.

"To family!" May it be revived in the spirit of restore and build!