Family Bond

We sit around the table
While the fire dances in the air
Silence filled the room like a swimming pool filled with water
Eyes connecting
Hands grip tightly on one another waiting for something to be spoken
We always began our meetings with
Dear Lord
And finish with
Amen
Wishing for the best and hoping to be prepared for the worst
Caring for each other like we should
And protecting each other without a harmful attempt
We might not be the best at what we do
And we may not be at the peek of our lives
But as long as we have each other
We will be completely fine and in good hands

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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