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A Family Affair
by Saaleha Bhamjee
RSA
 

Look at us
We're all we have
Yet peace and joy
Have eluded us

We're family? say you
What family? say I
You go your way
And I go mine
Paths separated
Never to intertwine

Over things mundane
And statements inane
Do we quarrel and bicker
While loving each other
Would be that much quicker
Or perhaps it'd be too great a bother

Yet, for T.V. and mall-hopping
Trips to the park and picnicking,
Annual holidays at the coast,
Time for these do we boast
Yet for family, this is much to ask
Seemingly too difficult a task

Our parents' wealth has brought this day?
Yet somehow it seems, it's always been this way
We'd gather at Eid but always a-grumbling
I've done too much, you'd find us mumbling
Snide remarks would be the order of the day
Could we not have found something better to say?

We'll cry at one another's funerals, we will
He'd better be certain I'm mentioned in his will
To his grave did I carry him with my own hand
Then cover him with a ton of sand
Perhaps for him, did I not pray
But he did plenty preparing for this day

It was the same when our parents died
Truly, how each one of us cried
Sincere tears, really they were
As sincere as mummy's were
When there was none to listen to her fears
When there was none to ease the burden of her years

And Daddy spent the last years of his life alone
Moving miserably from home to home
While his daughters in law moaned about his ways
Begrudging him happiness in his final days
And when he died, joyfully they cried
We'll miss him dearly, they lied

Then greedily their bags they filled
Around his belongings they milled
Stealing the choicest of his goods
Fighting over his antique woods
Claiming back gifts they gave
These no one else could have

So now Eid has become a solitary affair
Everyone apparently too busy to care
My own family, that's all that matters
So who needs sisters or brothers?
When I am old, care for me, my children will
Like I did for mummy and daddy when they were ill


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