If you consider yourself in my "Family of Choice" please read.

[seymoure]

Family of Choice

You don’t know a thing about me, you say?

Lad come here and I’ll tell you

Of me Mum and Dad and then

I will happily tell you about

The kith that are closer than kin

I see their faces, laughing.

Holding my heart so gently in their hands

They see me so clearly

And treat me so dearly

They value my past and my plans

They cut me no slack till I need it

They know when I lie and I do

They know who I am

No a child, but a man

They expect me to be sure and be true

When I call them they come

When I need them they know it

They couldn’t care less

How I look or how I dress

When they know I’m a fool they don’t show it

Blood has its value, birth has its bond

Biology can’t be denied

But round the holiday table

The love that’s enabled

Has a link not family tied

They’re my family of choice and I love them

They’re my family of choice, they love me

And in the darkest of storms

Away from the “Norms”

It’s with them I’ll choose to be.

© 2010 C. Wayne Owens