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The strength in Mama's hands as she bakes The strength in Daddy's mind as he takes a risk for the family. The crease in Grandma's brow as she knows The crease in baby's face as he grows to learn about family. The pain it takes my feet to reroute The pain it takes her hand to reach out and accept help from family. We suffer, but it's for one another I simply call you my brother, and make you a part of my family.
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