A family is like a circle.
The connection never ends,
and even if at times it breaks,
in time it always mends.
I hear of a place that is made of gold,
a place where we shall never grow old,
but one answer I have not heard at all,
will there be paw prints from my little dog?
It's just getting dark, fog drifting in,
damp grasses fragrant with anise and mint,
and though I call his name
until my voice cracks,
A family bond is really strong,
They'll accept you, if you're wrong.
Family is there for comfort and support,
Even love you, if you're short.
I miss you in the morning;
I miss you late at night.
Just to think about you
Is my joy and my delight.