There is Time Yet
Grandmother,
know of your rest;
Grandfather,
repent and regret.
Mother,
we need not yell;
Father,
the distance will mend;
Sister,
secrets are fickle things;
Brother,
immaturity does not become us.
Aunt,
anger will fade;
Uncle,
change is a part of us;
Cousin,
fear is not the way.
But there is time yet.
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