The Concept of Family

A friend of mine said her family doesn’t eat dinner together
“Absurd!” I exclaimed, “That can’t be true!”
The thought that five portions had trouble coming together
To sit and enjoy each other’s company every evening

Another friend looked away from us
And silently whispered “My father beats me,”
There were no scars for us to see,
Although a caring eye will surely find

The scars on the heart of a broken child
Pulled into this harsh world all too quickly
Holding in the tears and hoping that she doesn’t turn into a foster child
Hiding her fragility deep, deep within her very mind’s intricacy

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