My Family

My Family It’s not that we connect by blood, nor share our bread through drought or flood. It’s not that we are joined by name, nor think, nor act, nor are the same. It’s not a place we call our home. It has no structure, wood or stone. If there’s a notion that could identify... If there are words worthy to dignify what my family means to me, what it truly does signify... Then, it’s in the way we hold our heads. It’s in the room where laughter spreads. It’s in the friends we found inside the times we thought would break our stride. It’s in the joys we celebrate; In taking time-out with a mate. It’s in the tragic accident when we all asked God just what was meant? It’s in our tears, our stoic resolve To keep together, to problem solve. My family is golden. It’s a spirit that flies. It moves between earthly and heavenly lives. It is that we remember, it is that we still mourn those that came before us and those who left this shore. And if there’s a bond that’s stronger than blood, Then my family is joined by unbreakable love. This is a choice. It’s a choice we do choose. It’s knowing the dread if this love we did lose. For my family is an unwavering power A steadfast mountain, an unshakeable tower.