Family in Every Form
Family is not a last name carved,
not a picture frame on a wall.
It’s who answers when you call at midnight,
who shows up when no one else will at all.
Small things happen no one sees at all,
tiny moments nobody recalls.
It’s trust that’s built, not just assigned,
the people you hold when the world’s unkind.
Family is where I find my peace,
Even when the world gets loud.
It’s the people who have my back,
No matter what, they’re always proud.
Family can be blood, but sometimes it’s not,
it’s the crew you cling to when all else rots.
Whoever stays, whoever proves true.
that’s family, at least to you.
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