Family

A desperate strength
to hold it all together
But we worry
over the simple things
Gift-wrapping and sleeping arrangements
cause uncertain tones
And while our earlobes are covered in debt,
all is well so long as it doesn’t reach our noses
and this year’s Christmas is white.

When the world seems set
on falling around us,
we shield one another.
And while some would entitle
our sentiment foolish,
they share life’s toils
with only false wisdom
and lonely possessions.
We are far from perfect.
But we are family.
We are a culmination of imperfections,
which create a beauty
beyond perfection.

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