To be a part of Something More

The strength in Mama's hands as she bakes
The strength in Daddy's mind as he takes
a risk for the family.

The crease in Grandma's brow as she knows
The crease in baby's face as he grows
to learn about family.

The pain it takes my feet to reroute
The pain it takes her hand to reach out
and accept help from family.

We suffer, but it's for one another
I simply call you my brother,
and make you a part of my family.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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