If your were an instrument
what instrument would you be?

If your family were an orchestra
would it play in harmony?

Would the music flow with a consonance constitution
or would it be clamoring a dissonance dissolution?

Who would be the members, and the maestro,
to play and orchestrate your symphony

When I was a little tike, I was like a snare drum
fast, with the rap and tap

While my older bro, somewhat chubby at the time, was like a bass drum
often beating the snare drum to a pulp
if he could catch me

My sister closest to me, we called her monkey,
as she got her finger torn open by a monkey at the Toledo zoo
reaching over the barrier fence for her spilled popcorn
She was the tambourine, as she was always a bit of a flower child

While the oldest sister was definitely the flute of the family,
not because she was flighty, she was just mature and astute
being house mom all day, as ma was often away

Our parents were the complements, the maestra mother, the workshop/gardenshop pop, guiding our flutie, percussion heavy band in its harmonic frequencies;

somewhat in tune with each other

This continued happily for many years and days, until the day the music stopped playing

Pray each day, for you and your family, to live with a symphonic constitution 🙏🏼🎶🥁🎼

Mental Health Awareness poem 2 of 2.

Poem backdrop; when I was in 5th grade my father suffered with significant schizophrenic disorders (with no prior symptoms) that caused him to be hospitalized on several occasions, eventually ending in the divorce of my parents and a period of time when the music wouldn’t play.
Thus the prayer at poems end.