Reader. So what was your beloved family tradition?
642 – 4 Line Poem AKA Family Tradition
He sits with silver spoon in hand waiting for a child’s hand to land upon the starched white table cloth.
She has a pen within her head writing unkind words that people said. Insults used to wound the smallest occupants in this room
3 children sit quiet and erect having learned how to respect the eldest people you’re expected to show compassion for their sect
Constrained he grows with a mind towards history to unwind hoping for enjoyments he can find when he partakes in dinner time.