I feel like a rope
at a family reunion.
Mom's side of the family is here
and so is dads.

I am the old useless rope
only used for tug of the war.
They finally see me and then
they decide to use me for their fun.

I am the rope that is tugged on.
Mom's side of the family on the right
Dad's on the left.
They get situated and start the game.
They pull and pull.

I am the rope they "fight" for
even though I am useless.
The fight for me but not actually for me.
They fight for me for them.

Who is going to win?
Who is the stronger parent?
Who will take me at the end of the day.
Pull, pull, pull.

I am yanked back and forth.
No one ever willing to give up
They can't except that I can only
stretch so far; barely at all.

Pull, yank, tug.
Who has won?
No one?
Keep pulling, yanking, and tugging.
We must win her.

The rope snaps
I break.
There is no longer a rope.
Mom's side falls and so does dad's.

They look and see the rope, shocked
that something that was once there
was no longer there,
but dead and now actually as useless as an old rope