What runs in our veins,
What dictates our origins,
What tells the story of our lives,
That we share for all our days.
Is the blood we were born with,
It’s the same healthy strain,
That takes up the air we breathe,
As it is of similar grain.
Though differences may exist,
In character and physical form,
Some so different you can’t persist,
But still remains a norm.
Family is always deemed solid,
Since friendship comes and go,
But bloodlines are forever valid,
Cause a friend can turn into a foe.
The beauty in a family is,
You are forever linked by relation,
You can’t terminate it as you please,
Neither timed for a specific duration.
Mama, papa, brothers, and sisters,
Extended blood and marriage unions,
Make up those bonds despite shifters
solidly reinforced with re-unions,
Am convinced blood is thicker than water.