When generations of a family
Ascend into heaven, one by one,
Across years, decades,
One must not believe,
That they will reunite,
With lost loved ones,
Who have waited for them amongst the skies
Over all this time.
For family is only an
earthly construct –
Families bound together.
Like a tower created out of toothpicks
And marshmallows –
The true weakness of the familial tower
Lies in its likelihood in tumbling down –
For wherever black sheep roam,
Toothpicks are vigorously extracted.
From the supposed family tree.