I come from...

I come from a house full of children,
A mismatched group of girls and boys,
Some related by blood, some by circumstance,
A few stay only for a day while others never leave,
but all of them are family.

I come from a house that suddenly got quiet,
With a father who was too sick for all of us,
One by one they all found new homes,
They went to new homes and new parents,
Or grew too big for the nest.

I come from a house where sadness lurks,
Where we miss the ones who are no longer here,
Brothers, sisters, pets and our father.
Gone before we were ready to say goodbye,
Before we were grown.

I come from a house with new children,
A mismatched group of girls and boys,
Where a grandmother gathers them all to her,
And tells them of when their mothers were little,
And the house is happy again.