Her eyes fall upon me,

an array of pale blues and silver light.

They hold a look I cannot name,

yet my heart leaps all the same.

Her head tilts,

and a smile blooms across her face —

Family wears many faces— 

For some, it’s warmth and comfort, 

For others, it’s silence or storm. 

Often, we search for it in strangers, 

Bound not by blood, 

But by soul.