My Family

Family is the place where my people are
I carry it in my heart even if I may be far.
A sweet sanctuary where we roost and rest
A lovely abode, more than all mansions blest. 

After the day’s toil, it is to family’s shelter we retire.
A simple dwelling with not even a palace on par.
A place of love when in joy or grief we are together,
Where we can be as we are, with no pretenses ever. 

Here with love’s leavened bread, we are fed
Where each member is bound by unity’s thread.

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