My family is not like yours.
I don’t have the two parent household.I don’t have any siblings.
I’m not married, yet I have a child.
I have cousins old enough to be my parents,
The ones who live closest to me, in fact.The ones who are my age
Live half a world away.
My son calls my friends aunty and uncle.
He’s never known his father.He may have cousins, brothers, sisters
That he’ll never even meet.
My father lives with his ex,
In a granny flat above her house,Where she lives with her husband
And the children that they had.
My mum has never remarried,
The thought never crossed her mind.We live, mostly happily,
Under the same roof as always.
One day my family may include
A man who wants to stayAnd build a life together
But I won’t hold my breath.
Family is what you make it,
Even if they aren’t bonded by blood.The connection isn’t always physical,
But those who stuck the course.
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