Mi familia

What makes up a family?
Be it blood? Or be it time?
Be it forever set in stone?
Or changed on just a dime?

Is it born of conveniences?
Or changed in anger’s grip?
Is it something through you fingers,
You gradually watch slip?

I believe the answer’s no.
What I choose to hold true,
Is that love forms every bond,
And the same love will carry through.

Family is family,
It’s the people you hold dear.
Those, regardless of all distance,
To whom forever you draw near.

I believe it is a bond,
Which grows throughout your life;
It upholds you in the valley,
And will bring you through all strife.

Apart from one’s own lineage,
New families are born.
And though apart from man’s own blood,
They, too, cannot be torn.

I thank God for my family,
Whether Lost or through blood twirled,
I love you each and every one,
And to me, you mean the world.