They were few and far between,
And we never had complete happiness,
but there we are
one big, ginormous family.
Happy New Year to everyone.
We were the drivers.
We were the stewardesses.
We considered buying this. Then we remembered our diaper bill.
We were gone.
We were the camera men.
We were confused.
And again on vacation!
What hair we had left, we never bothered with on a Saturday.
You people often ate all of our food.
And you beat us up with swords.
When we were gone, we always came back.
We began the year with new beds, and sometimes you slept.
Mostly, though, you refused to sleep, fought for an hour, and emerged from nap time looking like thugs.
But there were glimmers of togetherness.
Like when you were getting things
or sharing food.
But often you fought--even in the rain over a pink ball.