Poem: "Born and Found and Made"

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This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "found family" square in my 6-2-25 card for the Pride Fest Bingo. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.


"Born and Found and Made"


Sometimes family is born,
other times family is found,
and always family is made
by the choices of our hearts
and the actions of our hands.

We spin the fluff of minutes
into the thread of our days,
weave our lives together
with the warp and weft
of hopes and dreams.

It is there in the lacing
of fingers. It is there in
the walking side by side.
It is there, it is there, in
a thousand little things.

We grow our food in
the same garden. We
gather it in baskets and
cook it in the same kitchen,
or on the grill, or in campfires.

We become part of each other
by sharing the days of our lives,
the one thing everyone owns
that truly belongs to us. We are
family because we choose to be.