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Thicker Than Water

Updated on October 14, 2011

Our family has always been a very large one, a dysfunctional group of people, who on one hand hated one another, yet and still, if something, or for that matter, if anything at all happened to any of us, the love of our family has always shone through and we were there.

The word for love, in Cherokee I was told, translated literally to mean passion. Now they also use the words hate and love interchanging them to also mean the same thing, passion. So it is in our family, for I can honestly say that at times I have hated as passionately as I have loved them. We don't always show our love for each other, and sometimes even do some very mean things, to get even or to teach him a lesson. That isn't something that should be done, but God help the person that tried to do the same thing to them, cause they would and will regret it. So goes our lives, a very spread out yet together in heart group of people who love to hate each other. We are there when it counts.

I say this is how all families should be, and even though it is natural to not get along, and we never see eye to eye on anything, we all care when we need to. The dysfunctional part was taught by the very same people, so we try not to judge one another for the things that we cannot seem to help. I love them, but let me just say, we make better neighbors than we do room mates.


When we are born and brought home one day

Only a few pounds yet we push in our way.

Small and bald and unable to speak,

Our family makes room as we get bigger each week.

As we get older and bigger we all learn

To go to school, how to wait our own turn.

Our parents teach us not to steal or cuss,

To eat our food, not to cry or fuss.

The people we live with love and defend one another,

But no one stands up for us like our brother.

We live side by side daily for years,

and he is the only person who has ever seen my tears.

When our friends come over to enjoy all our stash,

then leave when the party's over and your house is full of trash..

No one will care if you need help cleaning the mess,

The fun is all over and your friends couldn't care less.

These are the times when you should be aware

your friends have left, only your brother bothers to care.

Nothing ever changes in this world but the date

this truth certainly doesn't , just like our fate.

when putting you down seems to be the worlds plan,

Brotherly love stands up better than anything else can

Nothing else can compare to the love of your brother,

Keep him near and dear, he is like none other.


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    ddsurfsca 6 years ago from ventura., california

    Great comments, and I guess a lot of families are the same in these regards, but on the flip side of this coin, I know some families that would and do just walk away when things get tough. They pretend not to know you, and walk.......

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    Paradise7 6 years ago from Upstate New York

    Absolutely great hub. I feel for you. I know exactly what you meant. Our family is very, very much like that, too.

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    frogtalk 6 years ago

    My family would always say about my little sister and I, "they can't live together, but they can't live apart."

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    Tim Mitchell 6 years ago from Escondido, CA

    Awesome poem. Fantastic intro. Thanks for sharing something so delicate, yet profoundly strong! Sounds familiar.

    I have a saying of sorts. You can say anything you want about me, but take my family in vain, look out! (smiling) If I have to I'll make a call to Texas, and then we'll come in droves.