You cannot choose your family
This is very true
Some people have no bother
They stick together like glue

Then there are the disfunctional
Who never want to know
Hardly aware of your existence
Didn’t watch you grow

They’ll never know their grandchildren
Never know what they’re missing
The joy and love you get from them
the hugging and the kissing.

In the end it’s their loss
They’re happy being alone
But what they seem to forget
No-one will hear them moan!

This poem was written/submitted by karen westmacott.