I am seventeen

and my family is the definition

of crazy.

The only thing that conceals it

is the old white walls of my old gray house.

A newborns teeth

are more permanent

than my mothers presence in my life.

I live in a house where

good grades

are more important

than sanity.

Sisters not exactly the straightest

line.

That never bothered me much

more concerned with my dads

acceptance of it all.

He stares at her

with sad brown eyes,

you can almost hear him think

"What did i do wrong?"

but id like to tell him,

that he did the best he could,

and that love has no limits