We’ve had our own babies and know what it means
to love a child with every ounce of our being.
It doesn’t make sense, even after all these years
We’ve driven a million miles, shed countless tears.
Children’s fairy tales always played live in our house
Wicked, jealous step mothers imprisoning their spouse.
Phony proud postings, Facebook moms and dads,
Unable to find Face Time or give a damn.
How in the world does three plus three equal zero?
Not a single dad or mom to be our fearless hero?
So you do the math and the only answer you see
Is that the only constant in this equation is “Me”.
Except the logic is flawed, and you know it’s true
Because there was never anything wrong with you.
You’re asking the wrong questions and getting only lies
Answers you seek won’t be found from these family ties.
Sweet Sestra, this truth I give is not just a nice bluff
It’s not you love, it’s them, that was never good enough.
I’m going to say it again, because I need you to know
It’s not you, it’s them, who can’t let their love grow.
Good riddance we should yell at the top of our lungs
Only good people get to swing from our heart’s rungs.
Our houses are plumb full of real love and pure magic
It’s their loss you see that is so incredibly tragic.
I promise this truth, it’s not you, it’s them
that was never good enough to let us both in.
As soon as you see this I will quit trying to rhyme
because we both know this poem isn’t worth a dime. 😉