when real isn’t really there
family love binds
family binds souls
who holds me close in their heart
is my family
“Mom” calls me “daughter”
tho she’s fourteen years older
my gray hair, so what !
thicker is than blood it seems
soul brothers, sisters
Baby of group, I am
me and chosen family
all on Medicare !
There are those I call my chosen family that are
much younger than I am ~ the ones I write about
here are my art group in particular today. One
of the group joked, for so long that I seem like I am
one of her daughters, I call her “Mom”, she calls
My children and grand-children all are my family
but live far away.