I was born to a Father of Thunder,
Mother of Home. An Aunt of the Hearth,
of Love, of Courage and the moon,
Of purity and Wisdom.
To an Uncle of the Seas,
of War, of Fire, of Messengers and Thieves,
Of Music and of wine.

Lesbos to Olympia on Iris’s rainbows, conveying the messages of nocturne
I have garnered the forbidden truth of my family.

Within my nuclear family a competition has been held up by the ages,
It began with mother’s nasty temper
And my father’s gluttony of women,
And my uncle’s conniving conversations,
And of course Uncle Dio’s wine
(Of which everyone drinks too much)
Holidays are always a disaster.

Aunt Hestia tries to keep the peace
When Uncle Ares comes and picks a fight.
Uncle can’t help but bring to light
All the wrong doings of our long recorded history.

So as we sit around our roasted ham
The stories are brought out for all to hear
Aunt Athena, in all her wizened year
Can’t wait to tell her famous story
About how she won Athens in exchange for a fruit.

Uncle Poseidon hates it when she gloats
And cuts her off with a toast to Aphrodite
For letting Huma fall in love with a Weiner.
After Auntie Dittie leaves the room
There’s hardly any sound left except the conversation
About global warming in the glaciers, between the god of the sea
And the West Wind.