An Ode To Family
This is prose written by my godson/nephew for Christmas.
One may have luck, wealth, fame or fortune, but no family
Another may envy that man, perhaps even try more to be like him.
I think, though, I would pity such a man, for without family one is hollow, like a seashell;
washed by the ocean and pushed to shore.
Family is an ocean, large and abundant, always there, making up the rest of you;
filling gaps so you become like a rock, bound and grounded to the bottom of the sea.
Heavy with those that are parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins;
the bond is to be treasured; cannot be broken.
Family is everything.
Note - this is from a 16 year old who went through a traumatic accident at the age of 10.
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