Family

Childhood should ideally be packed full Of giggles and hugs and good times at school. But not all childhoods are walks in the park. Some's starting years are tragic and dark. Sometimes the parents are just not able To make everything so loving or stable. And the ones we lean on are shockingly small They live in our homes and cushion the fall. Because not all monsters are under the bed And not all fear is just in your head. Friends understand a that or a this But nothing replaces a bro or a sis! Holidays are beautiful when shared with others Especially a slew of sisters or brothers. To all of the siblings, but especially mine You are what polishes my Christmas-time shine!