In Answer - poetry by AndyN
THE TRUE MEANING OF FAMILY
My brother knows my CD collection
and still looks at it bizarrely.
My father knows I write poetry
but still thinks I like Pam Ayres.
My mother knows my shirt size
but has enough sense to avoid my shoes.
My sister knows I love her little son
but not when he screams.
One day, he'll read this
and say I don't believe you wrote this.
And I'll answer with a wide smile
neither do I,
neither do I.