Family First, Lip Last Poem by John Sensele

For me, mild manners mean a lot
If I am to keep wishes warm
My bouncy baby in her cot
In order for bliss in my bosom to swarm.

For me, gregariousness guides the conduct
I inject in my affections and actions
To ensure in the end I pick the prosperity product
That arises from my affirmations.

For me, family comes first
Because family is the fortress
That quenches my thirst
To cuddle me in comfort and subtract stress and distress.

For me, friends fly in the flood
That keeps me alive
For they bounce in the blood
That hurries us to the higher home for which we strive.