Family

We're all breaking at the seams
Oxidized by the daily affronts;
Daily disgruntlements--
Scattered sunlight digging into us.
We grip tight
But not tighter.
Hands will tear us;
Our lives in scrap piles will lack lust.
We dream of love's moments thunderous,
Rain moving alongside us.
And in weatheredness we understand
How incomplete our sadness:
Uncontrolled laughter has held us.
We controlled each pitch.
We never fear losing
What we are stitched to.