Family

Family is like a set of wind chimes,

People like the individual music-makers.

When one is affected by something horrible,

All the rest are forced to move,

Forced to be connected by the wire of life and blood.

They are individual, yes, but

They are connected.

People are fragile like the figures of glass

Made to be clinked together like wine goblets at a dinner table.

But when they are apart, the family is strained;

Like the wire that grows taut

From the strain of feuds.

Until finally...

It breaks and the family falls and shatters.

However, when someone is loving and kind

And comes and helps when needed,

They may help that family come together;

And together they will grow and they will heal

Then, as one, they will make glorious music

And lead the way back home.

Back to their family dinners and parties,

Back to their loving embraces…

And back to the family that they were meant to be.