There Is Nothing

There is seasons. There is fall, there is winter, and spring and summer too.
Some seasons are long and some are just too short.
There is seasons in our family, maybe there is in yours too.
Some seasons are great and you wish them to last on and on and on.
Some are sorrowful. You weep. Sometimes even at their hands.
But in the end, there truly is nothing quite as remarkable as family.

Sometimes we grow apart.
Not overnight but through time.
Or through a simple act.
A lie, a careless word tossed here and there.

Sometimes your daughter goes to school,
and is the only one to raise her hand,
when asked about their special family time.
Sometimes your life is greeted with a special guest.
And again we realize that we are blessed.
We sit a little closer, laugh a little longer. We linger.
And today we are stronger.

There truly is nothing...