Unfortunately, I can’t follow the Napowrimo.net prompt for Day 17, which is to ‘write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time.’ The explanation for this is the poem.
Classified material (or I don’t know what else to call this, so I’m calling it that)
in my family—
I have heard
all I have
(16 April 2018—posted April 17th)