Written for: Sunday Whirl #437
Words: branches, flat, family, hope, chart, matters, pop, pie, stay, careless, takers, egg
All branches
of the family
had their
charts done,
singles hoping
to find a sign
they would be
compatible with. Serious
matter. No one wanted
to be careless, taking
chances that after
a few months down
the road, their marriage
would fall flat as
a fried egg. Grand-Pop
thought the idea was
so much pie-in-the-sky.
An arranged marriage,
was best. You stayed
together, grew to love
each other. No one
consulted charts. You
would visit the matchmaker.
She knew best.
