My Family

From the beginning of time. My Family, It wasn't always easy. My Family. Always Cohesing. Even when it was chaos, it was pleasing. My Family. I love my family the way the river loves the River Bed. If I ever lost my family, the memory of having it would keep me warm, just the memory, for all time, would be sufficient. To have had such an amazing family would be enough. When Times got Rough... Thinking back to early days, screened-in porches, simpler times. Papa building up our deck, pizza boxes on our lawn. Local kids by the dozen, coming for a slice, off of the picnic table. Piles of bikes...Streamlined madness, loving it all, the memories, of all the little cheap TV's. And Kerosene heaters and pajamas with the feet. And Lego's and stereos with Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth. A time for discovering the world. With swamps nearby and abandoned homes to set on fire! Oh my! Taco's never tasted the same again! After the Fire Police Visited! ...then there was little mike...being so cute! I wonder what went on in his head, after he built club-house after club-house, he built shed after shed! Adorable. and I wonder... his little blanket...his little dandy. he was so nice and was so handy. always so handy, little mike. always the perfect little tyke :) And Carrie. Just very VERY Bea-ut-if-ul! My little sister was kissed by the sun and her dark perfect hair and dark perfect stare, intelligence beaming from behind almond eyes, as she watched and dissected the things that you did, I never thought till now, what a calculating and cunning little kid :) And then there was me. I was nuts, but could you blame me?
Larry and David and Eddie, too. They came to live with us. Sometimes it was nice as well, but other times it was...strenuous. The load was heavy, a burden on my mom. She was always so nice to me. Such a sweet, eternal memory. If I forgot EVERYTHING, my heart would still remember her eyes, her smile, for being so damn KIND. My God. My Dad. I love my dad. Mad as he was. Mad as he is :) My dad was a mad-man. He had six fuzzin' kids. Each one of them mad of their own accord. Each one of them brilliantly gifted with the madness of life. What a brilliant gift that mad-man left behind. I love every minute of it.