THE FAMILY.
A caring love, between family hold
Past to present, meek and bold
Carried memories, times shared
Remembered by those, who care
Family members, were born and died
Today's majority, active and alive
Of new ones joining, in marriage
Some carrying, life's baggage
Compassion and love, within number will
Act as glue, blood and commitment seal
Babies born, happy-sad-forgotten times
Weaving magic, through genetic lines
Reaching-holding, memories past
Ensures precious bonds, of family last
Throughout generations, together hold
Good and bad times, splintered with gold
Genes or nurturing, may control
Outcome of future, blend of souls
We have the choice, our selection
Personal progress, in many directions
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
A family is to me a growing mixture of those who repeat the activities of their ancestors, whether good or bad....yet the bond woven by memories allows vision and hope to keep moving forward....growing in strength and numbers.
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