Everyday you guide me through my life,
You're there when I wake, you're there at night.
We'd sit by the stairs at home, barely talking- looking at phones.
But sitting here, writing this poem, brings me home.
They say home is where your heart is but it's where your family is.
I want to give you a hug, I know we fight but blood is blood.
Love is love, don't pull the plug.
Go up to my thinking tree, underneath I'll be waiting for thee.
Distant thoughts and memories-  they bring me even closer to ye'.
But even though we argue and fight- you're still my light, waiting to ignite.
Thoughts of you make me soar like a dove
Love is love and blood is blood.