I would like to propose a toast!
Here's to family.
To the Drug addicted uncle,
Who makes it clear he doesn't like me.
Who buys my brother guns and knives,
And anything expensive he can afford.
Yet gets me nothing on my own birthday.
The one who treats me like shit,
And still acts like I owe him something.
Here's to Family.
To the Bankrupt uncle,
Who never bothers to call.
Never bothers to visit.
Until the day he needs money.
Or the day he needs movers.
Family is only a quick buck.
And a guilt trip to get free stuff.
Here's to Family.
To the Crazy uncle,
As unstable as you could believe.
The one nobody ever knows where he is,
Who seemed to forget his wife and children,
Traded them for Roswell, aliens, and medication.
Who will suck your bank account dry,
And pretend he did nothing wrong.
Here's to Family.
To the dead Grandmother,
Who yelled at my siblings and mother,
And made up ugly lies.
Trying to tear us apart,
Never making her hatred a secret,
Yet expecting some undying devotion.
Despite always picking at your greatest insecurities.
Here's to Family.
To my dead Grandfather,
The only selfless one out of the bunch.
The one I loved to talk to,
Yet took for granted.
Giving me thirty four cents like it was a lot of money.
Because at one time for him it was.
Sacrificing his youth, his time and money.
For us. The man I will always miss.
Here's to Family.
To the "Catholic" Parents,
Who always shot me down.
The ones who paid for my medications,
And always made sure I knew exactly how much it cost.
Who I cannot remember from my childhood.
Bounced back and fourth between aunt and grams.
The parents who would never accept me,
Who hate everything I am, though they don't know it yet.
Caring more about our reputation than the issues haunting me every day.
I was never good enough was I?
Here's to family.
To my amazing Grams,
Who was never to busy,
Who practically raised my siblings and I,
With our cousins and trips to Santa Fe.
A woman with a secret pain that noone seems to see.
Yet despite it all, she loved to have us around.
Making us ice cream at 11pm and feeding us McDonalds.
The most amazing person ill never forget.
Here's to family.
To my Gramps,
Who smokes and drinks too much.
Strict and hardworking,
Yet he always pretended things were ok.
For his grandchildren.
Keeping an eye on us as my grams cooked for us.
Letting us sleep there every weekend and sometimes the week.
Though im still not sure why we were always there.
Here's to Family.
To my Aunt and Uncle,
Who had the biggest house ive ever grown up in.
With the best daughter and cousin I could ask for.
Conservative and controlling, yet free and fun at the same time.
Spending nights innumerable hosting sleepovers for us.
Rarely saying no, and letting kids be kids.
Work-a-holics and rich, yet they always made time for us.
Here's to Family.
To my Siblings and Cousins, all so young and full of life,
Who have to deal with the same family as I.
I just don't know how they do it.
I know their problems are worse,
And we rarely get to talk,
But we still can't wait to see each other.
Here's to Family.
To my Friends, My new Family.
Those who love me as I am.
The ones I can trust,
To the ones I can cry in their arms.
Sisters, Brothers, Lovers, Friends,
To my new family, now without end.
Here's to Friendship, Swift and sure.
Here's to Family, Evermore.
