I love my family; I love them so

They always support me no matter what.

I know they’ll be with me where I go

They are always with me, as they ought.

Their interests are the same as mine, of which

Makes it really easy to get along.

If we didn’t, it would very much be an itch.

But, I’m happy that we are headstrong.

People may call us strange but that’s okay.

The times we share are our very strong bond,

We stick as a group, like mushy grey clay.

Like the time spent playing in my grandpa’s pond.

You see, my family is special and kind.

The sort of love we share is not too blind.