our little family starts with monday,

the oldest child of all,

she holds herself together,

delicate, poised,

beautiful,

the one that you can count on,

when everything goes south,

but on the inside she’s scared,

because what if they knew the truth?

then, we have our tuesday,

the next one to be born,

she’s a bit of a mess, really,

quiet, precise,

careful,

prefers books to people,

always gets straight As,

but she wishes she had the courage,

to talk to those she likes,

so next there’s wednesday,

the middle child of old,

always quick with a joke,

outgoing, funny,

bold,

he likes making people laugh,

so that their world’s a bit brighter,

but for once he wants someone,

who’ll do the same for him,

after that we have thursday,

almost the youngest, not quite,

he’s just always so exhausted,

sweet, tired,

forgettable,

he’s productive when he wants to be,

surprisingly good at sports,

always there, but never the favourite,

he just want to be remembered, for once,

lastly, we have friday,

the youngest of the litter,

mom and dad’s favourite,

fun, carefree,

popular,

she’s a social butterfly,

has more friends than passes on her transcript,

yet none of her friends know her last name,

none of them care enough to ask if she’s ok,

now we have saturday,

the mother of these children,

loves them all to bits,

stressed, busy,

happy,

she’s everybody’s favourite,

could do nothing wrong,

but hopes that one day,

her children will be the same,

finally, there’s sunday,

the father of the bunch,

comes and goes as quick as a flash,

scared, sad,

inopportune,

everyone likes him enough,

but the joy just never seems to last,

always compared to saturday,

but wishes that just once, he could win too,

now you have our family,

messed up,

not at all how they seem,

and yet i wouldn’t trade it for a thing,

because love like that,

despite our differences,

is worth it all.