My family photo is not like others;
it’s full of adults chasing the young,
it’s full of inside jokes,
the unbreakable bond between us all.
It’s full of everyone yelling “smile”
as we try for the 100th time to take the snap.
My family photo has everyone in it:
the first people to ever meet me,
to ever love me.
It has the whole family tree,
the funny uncles and the weird aunts,
the grandparents who always sneak us treats,
even the dog.
Laughter, and nothing hidden between us.
Unfiltered happiness.
The kids being held by the generations before,
just like the hand-me-downs they wear.
The dress my great aunt once wore when she was my age,
the same smile passed down through time.
The whispers of where life has been,
and the maps of where it’s to go.
My family photo is not like others.
It does not exist.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
My family photo is not like others;
it’s full of adults chasing the young,
it’s full of inside jokes,
the unbreakable bond between us all.
It’s full of everyone yelling “smile”
as we try for the 100th time to take the snap.
My family photo has everyone in it:
the first people to ever meet me,
to ever love me.
It has the whole family tree,
the funny uncles and the weird aunts,
the grandparents who always sneak us treats,
even the dog.
Laughter, and nothing hidden between us.
Unfiltered happiness.
The kids being held by the generations before,
just like the hand-me-downs they wear.
The dress my great aunt once wore when she was my age,
the same smile passed down through time.
The whispers of where life has been,
and the maps of where it’s to go.
My family photo is not like others.
It does not exist.