Family

(There is a start here I'm going to play with in the future.)

It's more than just my mom and my dad and me
and my sister and brother, grandmother, uncles,
aunts, cousins. There is more to my family
than meets the eye. Some of them aren't
part blood or even the same nationality.

But together we form a circle, hands in hands,
bound together as one. There is the girl
I call my sister who knows more of the true
thoughts running through my mind than my own
brain cells. Distance doesn't matter, politics
are thrown out the window because we'll never
agree, but none of it matters when her and I
are side by side. It is not just her.

It is those that have only known me
for a little over two years. Who put up with
sharing a living space or go stargazing
under the sky. We climb trees, we walk
over the icy river. We party, we cry, we fight
but none of it matters when we're all together.

You know you have each other's backs
when we want to beat up ex significant others
for hurting one of us or emptying the tissue
box on one another's shoulder, when your
older "brother" decides to toss you down
a waterfall. We'll smirk, we'll laugh,
we'll play slap, but none of it matters
because they are my family.