Poetry: “A Happy Family”
February 3, 2023
The following is a writing submission to Homewood High School’s literary and creative magazine The Menagerie.
Winner of A Silver Key Certificate from the 2023 Scholastic Art & Writing Awards
“A Happy Family” by Dayanna Falcones-Quilla
There is a blue oak tree that I used to sing around
I sang about with mother, father, uncle, and brother
I was two years old and never suffered, life was just great
The sun shined upon us as we lay with dirty clothes
that were exposed like fresh coffee stains
The blue oak tree was thirty years old absolutely no pain
The blue oak tree acted as if it had a brain
The blue oak tree stood on the bladed grass yet as smooth like green clovers
The blue oak tree has seen many like me
A happy family was always seen
The blue oak tree spoke to me
He told me it wouldn’t last
This perfect family would be in the past
My father will not treat my mom with gallantry
My father will leave on a plane and start over again
what blasphemy
I told the blue oak tree it wouldn’t be
I screamed and cried but no one was there to see
Mother called out for me and said it was all a dream
Little did I know it would seem like the end
As the years went on I learned I was the middle family
My father had three
His first were older, his last are younger
The middle family was in hunger
Hunger that bothered just a tiny bit
Yearning love from father
“Don’t blunder fathers name”
He would only blame you
He chose a family that would be his forever
He had a son that looked like my little brother
With a small ovular nose and sun kissed skin
And a daughter that had black charcoal hair
And the deepest brown forest eyes that I glared
And a bitch he calls his wife
that had eyes that looked like poop
and skin that had touched the wet dirt
The blue oak tree was right
You will never be a happy family
I sit by the blue oak tree and look at the flimsy dusted picture
I stare for a while like how the earth will look toward the bright sun
I think of what could have been
A happy family