If you came into our home
Where my daughter stretches her wings
Like a young hawk;
Where my son holds 3 kingdoms
And a dragon in his head;
Where my husband offers stories
And music, and a glass half-full;
And I have flour or dirt under my nails,
And my hair all everywhere:
If you came into our home,
Or came upon us in a cafe
Or by the sea, I think
You would know us.
Families build themselves
Out of whatever’s to hand –
The time we caught the fish –
The holiday it rained –
That film we watched, that night –
So I think you would know
That we’re a family, I think you
Would see the threads
We disregard so casually.
I love this, it’s beautiful
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