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.