A Family Tree

I am descendant from folks
who fled Hitler.

Just thinkin':

you’re 10 years old and that monster’s
gonna get ya.

At age 16, my brother was diagnosed
with Type One Diabetes
I won a state championship when I was six,
Too young for anyone to treat me.

Here’s a simple truth about war:
One thing always comes to late…
The treaty.

My great great grandfather was a chess champion.
My grandfather left his family– A mess champion.

A champion of messes… yet we survived.
What’s left, but to count your blessings?
Brother number two was born brain dead.
Number one and I learned our lessons.

My father and I pray.
My brother and mom don’t.
There’s one thing that we won’t:

Be divided.
We are united.

This is our family tree and I’m proud of that.
To any family that can say the same I tip my cap.

We all have a way of restricting our ways.
What we are really doing is constricting our stays.

To places we don’t really wanna be in.
There must, there must, be a reason for being.

So let’s forget about transgressions of the past.
Let’s forgive and move forward
and build things that last.