Kin

Eternal ties, spun by gold.
Generations change how our story’s told.
Wedding vows and decorations
Bassinets and true patience.
There are so many of you

Surnames and blood don’t connect us all,
But all our memories pile tall.
Smiling, as you stroke my chin,
I am proud to call you kin.
I love you, I love you

I can’t remember a time or year,
Where any of you were never here
If I bow my head and look away,
I would be regretting it the next day.
Forever and ever, we all say 
Never leaving, even past the grave.
Dried flowers, and photo frames,
Your love tattooed across my veins.
I am proud to call you kin. 
c

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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