My mama and uncle always bickered
I mean hard down yelling while every one snickered
I never understood why they hated each other
The funny thing is that's my daddy's brother
I would hug him, and my mom would get mad at me
I observed them closely to understand their reality
He would come over to nana house she wouldn't greet him When he brought us toys for Christmas she would give them back and say we didn't need them
Sometimes he would come over when daddy was pulling graveyard shifts
She would hug him ,I think one time I seen him kiss her on the lips
They would laugh all night
And kinda sound like they made up
But they'll get back to their routine
When daddy pulled up
Is daddy my uncle?
And uncle my daddy?
Either way I love them both and they both made me happy Nana told me "Dont go opening ya mouth telling secrets "
And if that's the case that's the way I'm gonna keep it