Seated –I write, it’s what I do,
Never far, from you.
I hear their voices ride the air,
Sealing these memories with devotion, as they share.
Family is everything as we walk through this world
Breaking through the limits of love
And cracking the barriers of distance,
Bringing joy, in a world of sadness.
Togetherness we bequeath, through moments.
Squeezing out the stress and madness.
I sit alone, in this room of mine,
Writing in silence.
The quiet, brings the sounds of laughter closer,
Swirling them into the voice, of our family.