My family is small, and close, and knit by blood
but I have another family much broader that is bound by the
body and the blood.
This family is not perfect. What family is?
There is much strife and division within
but we are knit by forces unseen
only tasted, digested.
The bonds are close, though the brains and hearts wander.
I love my family, and long for brotherhood.
If only we could remember how to be children of the same parent.