Family Bonds

The knotted rope that pulls us home,
even when miles stretch between.
A shared glance across a crowded room,
understanding without a word.
The quiet comfort of a hand held tight,
a shield against the coming storm.
We are branches from a common root,
each reaching skyward, yet entwined.
The laughter that spills, a joyful flood,
the tears that fall, a shared sorrow,
a burden lighter when divided.
It’s the history written in our bones,
the quirks we recognize, the dreams we hold,
a silent pact, unbreakable,
woven into the fabric of our days.