Your Completed Puzzle Poem by Claudia Bridgett

Brother, sisters, mothers, fathers are different pieces to the puzzle of a family.
A mother fills the piece of comfort, love and sympathy
A father fills the piece of strength, love and support
A sister fills the piece of having someone to talk to when you fall in love.
A brother fills the piece of having someone to hug when they brake your heart.

In some odd cases you have most of the pieces to your puzzles.
But as decades past and generations grow up more and more pieces of the puzzle become extinct.
You become to strong because you try to fill the space of your father.
You become to independent because you never had a mother to run to.
You never share your feelings because no one’s listening
You never grieve over lost love’s because you have no one arms to fill.

Then the day comes when the pieces find each other.
First you wave hi and give a required hug.
Then you sit and ask “how old are you now”?
Once the formal reunion is over you find yourself in a conversation going over interest, and past stories.
When the day is over you feel as you finally have completed your entire puzzle.

After a while reality strikes your mind.
And you see you wasted one minute of your life exchanging numbers because no one is never going to call.
And those three hours you could have spent with the family you already had was spent with strangers and those who will always be strangers in a since.
So you begin to feel like your puzzle is now falling apart.
But then you begin to think and you see when you didn’t have your dad to make you strong you had your mom to tell you it was alright.
And when one of your sisters wasn’t their to listen, the right one was there with open ears.
And when one brother arms was closed tight, the right one was waiting with arms opened wide.
So all along you had your completed puzzle.

03.27.09
-Claudia Bridgett,