By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Like cheap strings
on a child’s play guitar
My family is discordant.
No matter how you twist
and turn the tuning knobs
Harmony is impossible to achieve.
Just as you think a pleasant sound
might sing from those tightened wires Snap goes one throwing them all out of tune again.
Friends have tried and professionals
have been paid thrice over again
But discordant my family is now
And discordant it always will be.