Family

We cannot choose which family we are born into.

We cannot be someone else's son or daughter.

We are here because we are meant to be here.

To be loved, and be related by blood.

We have our moments: highs and lows,

and everything in between.

We have had our squabbles,

We disagree on things,

We deliberate,

We discuss,

We decide,

To stay tight.

This bond, no husband can replicate. Unfortunately.

He is but a stranger in my bed.

How does he love me and others?

How does he protect my best interest while consoling someone else?

Does he think of me when he meets her?

Or does he think of her, when he is with me?

I shudder to think.

I have grown wiser from these moments.

Things happen for a reason.

No way I can argue with that.

What are these lessons,

but for us to learn from,

and grow,

and keep moving forward.

I will crawl if I have to,

BUT MOVE FORWARD I WILL!