And, bringing me back into line with my writing we have today's poem.
Posing for photos
with smiles on their faces
that die when the shutter has clicked.
The truth of the moment
is one that camera
is never equipped to depict.
The family together's
the family apart
it tears at itself like a beast.
They gather for Christmas
and let their resentments
boil over to flavour the feast.
They peck at each other
and peck at their food.
Their words are as sharp as their knives.
This one day of duty
lasts for eternity
and then they go back to their lives.
But this anger is private,
a family matter,
no outsider could ever predict,
or know from the photos
that the smiles on their faces
had died when the shutter had clicked.
