Stick-together Families

Just as the earth goes through seasons, so does a family in the course of time endure seasons. Falling in love, marriage and the birth of a children are times of renewal like Spring. Long pleasant periods of calm are like the feeling of an endless Summer. As we and our children grow older, our leaves start to change. We start to experience Autumn. This may seem like dying but it is only signs of a new phase of life. Crises and hardship are times for the family to stay close together, help each other out and endure the frigid winds of change. This period is akin to Winter. Life is full of seasons and changes which are best experienced with the support of friends and family.

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.

He was so proud of his little girl.
It was her very first day of school.
He walked with her to school that day,
And she held his hand all the way.
They walked together quiet and sad,
A little girl and her loving dad.
Into the school her father led,
But he almost cried when she said,
“Daddy, Daddy, please don’t go.
Don’t leave me here all alone.
I’ll miss you if you go away,
And I might need you; can’t you stay?”
“Little Daughter, please don’t cry.
You’ll be okay, so dry your eyes.
You have our memories in your heart.
We’re together though we’re apart.”

He sat up front on her wedding day
And cried as his daughter walked away.
Later that night he watched her dance.
He sat there waiting for his chance.
The band started to play their song.
Father and daughter danced along.
She looked at him and saw a tear
Then leaned and whispered in his ear,
“Daddy, Daddy, I have to go.
I hate to leave you all alone.
I’ll miss you when I go away,
But if you need me then I’ll stay.”
“Little Daughter, I’ll be just fine.
I’ll love you always; you are mine.
I have our memories in my heart.
We’re together though we’re apart.”

She came in his room and kissed his head
Then sat next to his hospital bed.
He took her hand and held it tight
And wished he had the strength to fight.
They sat together, quiet and sad,
A daughter and her dying dad.
He saw the tears she tried to hide.
She looked at him and then she cried.
“Daddy, Daddy, please don’t go.
Don’t leave me here all alone.
I’ll miss you when you go away.
I still need you; you have to stay.”
“Little Daughter, I love you so.
I want to stay but have to go.
I’ll always be here in your heart.
We’re together though we’re apart.”

The stick-together families are happier by far
Then the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they’re very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it’s bitterness they harvest, and it’s empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.

There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that’s far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.

It’s the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It’s the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the happiest play-ground, the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come back to the fireside and be comrade with your kin.

My mother was adopted.
All the records tightly sealed.
Now all she has are questions,
Like wounds that never healed.

And I wonder where I come from?
Who my father really is?
My Mother’s husband raised me.
But I am really his.

And my husband was adopted.
All his records are sealed too.
We come from unknown places
And had parents we never knew.

I wish they had left some trace
Or a photograph to see
What our parents looked like.
Does my father look like me?

All this business left undone.
Like ghosts they left behind.
We’re just dirty little secrets
Put out of sight and out of mind.

The words that have yet been spoken,
the things I need to say
to voice what’s within my heart,
I just can’t find a way.

I’ve fought with my emotions,
I’ve held them deep inside.
I didn’t want to face what for so long
you’ve tried to hide.

I’ve been lost within the dark
for so long I’ve seen no light.
Holding on to the memory
of a time when things were right.

I’ve looked upon your face
and seen the sadness in your eyes,
the battle of addiction
you no longer can disguise.

I’ve prayed to find the answers
of what I myself must do.
And I’ve prayed for the strength to fight
through the hell that I go through.

I’ve held on for so long,
but I can no longer watch you die.
I cannot fight this for you,
but Lord knows how I’ve tried.

It’s just so hard to watch the ones you love
slowly slip away.
That’s why I just blocked it out
and held onto yesterday.

I don’t have all the answers
or the power to save your soul.
You’re broken, lost and lonely,
and I cannot make you whole.

This fight is yours and yours alone
no matter what I do,
for I cannot save you.
The only one who can is you.

Hassan Aboud

A nurse practitioner who has dedicated his life to serving humanity. He is afriend, humanitarian, mentor and a listener struggling to make his mind and heart work together to make the best Impact in society. Aboud is widely recognized for his selflessness,straight forward speaking-style and love. He loves to write and inspire people.He has Always seen a better world for mankind.

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