“Family”

Is nuclear.

Family, is the brother,

The sister,

The mum

And the dad.

 

Family,

Is the grandparents,

The uncles,

The aunts,

The family from all sides,

Near and far,

Close,

Extended.

 

Family,

The people that you love,

Cherish,

Argue,

Fight with,

Friends,

Lovers,

Husbands,

And wives.

 

Family,

Comes in all shapes,

All sizes,

All respects,

And all different.

 

Family,

We think about them,

When we are sad.

 

Family,

We hurt, when they hurt.

 

Family,

We love them, even if we hate them.

 

Family,

When you have none, those you love the most,

Become the people you call “family”.

 

“Family”,

Is like “home”,

Residing with those who you call your own,

Who love you for who you are,

Who respect what you respect,

And who you respect what they respect,

Who look after you when you’re hurt,

Bleeding, broken hearted, crying,

Who yell at you for doing something stupid,

But are always around afterwards to comfort you,

 

“Family” is like “home”,

Something we cherish,

Found in abstract,

Connected by love,

Hate,

And all kinds of emotions.

 

Family, whoever they are,

They mean something–

That someone we know,

Is someone else’s family,

And that someone,

Who we know,

Can also be our family,

Standing by,

Waiting for us,

With arms open,

To welcome us,

In our greatest moments of need.

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