It starts off calm – support and love,
“Good morning” this and dawn above.
Rising devotion, the tone less formal,
With many more less formal.
And sisters fighting every hour.
Aunt Mary posts in CAPS ALL DAY;
Uncle Joe texts jokes from May.
Grandma says “Am in” to silence,
While cousins plot in football schemes.
Summer uncles miss a well.
The space name perhaps is never changed—
From “The Blessed Fam” to something vague.
Time is ticking, “Typed 1.02 to 2.04.”
And an auntie shall post this shake:
Let me see who’s not on loud.
Siblings accuse some over age.
Someone tells “Jan just give in.”
Baby photos come – too many times.
My younger sis, that’s just old pics.
Relatives get mute, a pic, a rant.
Through heavy memes one might shed,
Or replay that story once and yell.
The group is random, fun and grief.
