Family is a rose.
It's scent and language so sweet,
but having dangerous thorns when you poke it just right.
Family is the wind,
A comforting gentle breeze with the capability of a tornado.
It is a long day in the snow,
Where it's comforting and beautiful,
But can turn to frostbite if you stay too long.
It's a long swim,
when the water feels just right,
But you shrivel up after a while.
Family can be a bittersweet thing.