Family
Like the dust of snow
And the triplet blades
Of man-made breeze,
Dependence roars ultimate
Dependence on a core,
The battery in the radio.
Such is family
Whose core is attachment
Not of blood
But of emotion
The truth of family
Lies in its fallacies
Copyright © Joshua Popoola | Year Posted 2020
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