Traits are randomly
scattered through my family - -
some are
well-loved by everyone,
soft grandma-hugs no one resists
others are
avoided and even shunned
barely tolerated, I’ll tell you
some stand
at odd angles
gaps of uncomfortable social distances
others stand
stoically shoulder-to-shoulder
in a steadfast show of
solidarity and unity
some consider
themselves high above others
showcased with spine tattoos
that proclaim things
others are
falling apart at the seams
held together by mere threads
some stick
to their own homes
rarely a rendezvous, while
others venture
out
wandering and visiting like dementia
ward escapees,
until they are found and returned
home where they belong
some have
unsung talents
those obscure, never-made-popular
voices that rival the famous
others drone
on and on and on and on
incessantly chattering about
what isn’t mattering to anyone
some speak
in ambiguous code
others tell
it flat like it is – like it or not
some spill
all the family secrets
others
disguise their own truths
“asking-for-a-friend” style, never admitting
anything
some are painfully
shy and soft-spoken
others lead
the charge and WILL NOT! be silenced
some are well-traveled
have wined and dined and slept around with too many to
count
others are
pristine virgins
untouched, undesirable as yet
all have a
place in the concerted chorus –
some
blending,
others
transcending
doing their best to cover those
a bit off-key
unkempt
books that fill my family shelves
some awake, vertical
others
lazily dozing, horizontal
all waiting
to be read and loved and accepted for who they are
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