My Anxious Family Waits For Me

When the boat rocks, these people rock with me

MY ANXIOUS FAMILY
July 31, 2005


My anxious family waits for me
with tired feet in anxious seats
to share my burdens, trials, defeats,
victories, and occasional feats.

My anxious family feels for me.
Our common ground's anxiety.
Without a word my heart is heard.
They have a clue; they are there, too.

My anxious family understands
perhaps with trembling in their hands.
Yet when I laugh or smile or cry,
though they draw nigh, they never pry.

My anxious family breaks with me;
quakes and shakes, makes mistakes with me.

And if someday I lose my way,
or tarry off the path to play,
though I may hurry, I will not worry;
my anxious family will wait for me.