I was going through a few of the old poems I wrote a few years back and I found a series of quotes I had written when I was like 16. I think these “quotes” are the result of failed poems. Or, I thought I was philosophical at the time.
Here’s the first one. I feel it’s fits the holiday season.
Around the warmth of kindred blood,
Gather those, who wish to receive
The eternal gift of family.