Family

Wisdom flowing from their words To my eyes like fluttering birds. Hair of snow experience it shows of all their lives like busy hives! Some frail Some not Some feeling cold Some feeling hot Kathryns galore In the house we all meet On the couch, on the floor Scolding with a shriek. Horses whinnying For their master He joyously walks His age lying on the floor. As old and decrepit they may be. They are still my family.