Our family is sweet, except when we’re not.
Sometimes the arguments are spicy and hot.
Other times one of us becomes subdued
And you could say, he is in a sour mood.
When the boys use salty words, we are stern.
But over time, I want them to learn
That strong words can be our choice
They give vibrance and tang to our voice.
A bitter attitude — mine, not theirs,
Will spoil and pollute the air.
I regret leaving behind a bad taste
Ultimately, I feel shame and disgrace.
But our palates are designed for complex blends,
We are resilient – we can make amends.
In the end, whether we are happy or blue
The range of flavors are universal and true
I want them to relish everything and be free
Because in essence, that allows me to be me.