Family
By Gregg Sanderson One thing everybody knows is Family ain’t a bed of roses. When we all would get together, don’t ‘cha know When we differ in many ways Criticism’s trumping praise And harmony’s a tricky row to hoe. Witness the dysfunction At the holiday luncheon.
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When family assembles from afar All have their own delight And they know their way is right No matter how opposed their viewpoints are. Grandma’s cooking up a storm At the stove at night and morn She knows a woman’s place is in the kitchen. Mama says it’s overrated Gender roles are so outdated Grandma just says “daughter, quit yer bitchin’”
