Family

Family

A Poem by Al R. Arce

I remember a while back, during Grandpa’s wake
Little Blake came to me, and quietly sat on my lap
His eyes showed disarray as he looked upon my face
I asked him affably, what was troubling his day
He wanted to know the meaning of the word family
His question overflowed my senses and my thoughts
And as I looked into his eyes, I answered tactfully.

My little pup, my little brother, look around you, feel the love
Everything you see, so many wondrous things
Family is what you feel in your mother’s hugs after the thunder
It’s like that old tree who surrenders to the winter, but comes back on the spring
Family is what these walls guard, all the twisters and the twitters
What we cry and why we laugh, keeping secret all that we are
Family lives within our hearts, always with us, casually.

Family is not defined in the internet, as it’s molded by the vessel that holds it
It is what you will escape from, while seeking your own interests
It is what you will long for, when you fall to the bottom of the pit
Family is to lose you, to self-deny justice, rights or desires
As it is not about delights, but ensuring our persistence
It is not restricted by blood, trust, hood or law
It simply flows as water through the rocks.

Family is within those old photos, of unknowns long gone
It cannot be undone by any legal or civil note
It is the reflection from our own mirror, crept on every bone
Family is not suppressed by a definition
It is a feeling within Grandma’s gaze
The summer heat of your new sister’s embrace
Little Blake, family is, all you see within this wake.

© 2014 Al R. Arce



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My little pup, my little brother, look around you, feel the love
Everything you see, so many wondrous things
Family is what you feel in your mother’s hugs after the thunder
It’s like that old tree who surrenders to the winter, but comes back on the spring
Family is what these walls guard, all the twisters and the twitters
What we cry and why we laugh, keeping secret all that we are
Family lives within our hearts, always with us, casually.

this right there is stellar. Beautifully penned and saturated with gentle love.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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My little pup, my little brother, look around you, feel the love
Everything you see, so many wondrous things
Family is what you feel in your mother’s hugs after the thunder
It’s like that old tree who surrenders to the winter, but comes back on the spring
Family is what these walls guard, all the twisters and the twitters
What we cry and why we laugh, keeping secret all that we are
Family lives within our hearts, always with us, casually.

this right there is stellar. Beautifully penned and saturated with gentle love.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A lovely poem very beautifully expressed. I enjoyed it a lot.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow~ beautiful writing! I love the entire poem, and the last verse truly touched my heart. Stunning poetry my friend.
:) Julie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Gabe found this weet and thoughtful I feel about the same Family is what we hold in memories and treasure.I have 400 photos old ones going back to the 1800s that tell the tale of where my family came from and in them i see myself

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love your style of writing brilliant and elegant, The subject portrait was marvelous. Look forward to read more of your work.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A highly focused and descriptive piece that reads like a codex, well done, good read.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. You defined it eloquently and poetically! And I agree with you. Love this!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this is really interesting. There are definitely some good moments in this, very thoughtful ideas about what family could mean to you. There is a lot of good rhythmic flow in this piece, but also several moments where the rhythm "hiccups," so maybe read it out loud to find and fix them? There were also a few words that sound unlike the rest of the poetic dialect ("disarray," "affably," "little pup"). But, like I said, I like the thought you obviously put into this.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Al R. Arce
Al R. Arce

St. Louis, MO



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