A Chuck Weiskircher Poem © 5/13/2014
Siblings come in all shapes and sizes
For being different my siblings take the prizes
Tall and short skinny or round
My siblings should each have a crown
I am the oldest but not the best
Each of the others is sometimes a pest.
Of brothers and sisters I have a few
Like the Old Lady who lived in a shoe.
Some are hers and others are his
Some are thought to be a whiz.
Each has a different gift to give
In the same house we cannot live.
Some are pious and go to church
The others for God never search.
We will not talk of religion or political leanings
We each have our own set of political meanings.
Sometimes we fight or argue and even disagree
But we are all still part of the same family tree.
Our families still grow year after year
Every addition is something to cheer.
Taking care of mom and dad is a big concern
It is a job none of us desires to spurn.
It gives our children a sense of pride
Knowing we took care of family until they died.
The older we get the nearer is our end
And the more important our fences to mend.
So each time we meet we hug or shake hands
And for our Christmas gathering we make plans.