Nothing Quite Like Family

Sitting around the dinner table,

talking about our different lives.

Uncle Drake with his slow easy drawl,

Cousin Louise lauding her children,

and Aunt Abigail, over a hundred, mumbling something.

Conversations about work,

about farming,

about school;

then came family history.

Two revelations came about,

both surprising to my ears.

Grandparents were first cousins.

That explains this family's dysfunction.

The other had me thinking,

back to days I so wanted to forget.

But the story told made me realize,

I am not my father's son.

Mom fooled around.