Poem: Family

Family;
sometimes blood, sometimes not
always there no matter what.
Different landscapes in design
it doesn't matter, that's just fine.
It's where you hang your soul to say
"Come with me, let's hit this day!"
Your tribe, your vibe, your merry throng
It's in your heart, your Family song.
You love, you cry, you laugh, you fight,
Family grabs you with all its might.
And when you feel life has no more,
Family wraps you to the very core.
Not always, mind, we can't deny
not everyone hits that Family high.
But that's the beauty of it all -
Family is the rise and fall.
It is our sun, our moon and stars,
usually the place where we get our scars.
They make us and bake us, for all to see.
This mad creation we call Family.

{first published 2014}