Whenever family members come
Shall she to all her fears succumb?
Like fret Sis spot her hennaed hair-
And blab it out for all to share
Dare she to stoke the fires of dread
That Maeve will think her over fed?
Or worry Uncle Jed her sin
Will air- and Aunty taunt again?
Or sweat her quisling belt might pop
And squishy flab squirt out the top?
Or thought forbid her hose might run,
And pesky clansmen poke some fun
Should old attire and rusty car
Give rise to doubts she's up to par?
Or make her want to stay at home
And fritter time away alone?
Among the fair and slim and sleek
Will plump and frumpy even speak?
Or will she tremble at their stare?
Or lose her sleep? Pull her hair?
Will she consent such quaky qualms
To crease her brow? Wet her palms?
Allow her wretched worry wart
To scrap convention's applecart?
In short, shall she permit her fear
To steal her joy in family cheer
And yank away her blessing sweet
With gathered folk this day to meet?
Or dare she put her dread to rest?
Dare thank her God she’s truly blessed"
To greet such kith and kin- her own
Whenever family members come?
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