The love of family beats steady and true,
A rhythm of hearts pulling me through.
In laughter that echoes, in tears we share,
It lives in the knowing someone is there.
It’s found at the table, plates passed around,
In stories retold with familiar sound.
In glances that say what words never do,
In “I’m here,” in “I’ve got you,” in “we’ll get through.”
It holds us together when days feel long,
A quiet embrace, a lifelong song.
Through storms and sunshine, near and far,
It loves us not for who we are,
But that we are.
The love of family bends, but won’t break,
It gives more than it will ever take.
A constant rhythm, deep and strong,
The place our restless hearts belong.
MARYANN BOSAH 