Nine or so months ago, during one of our frequent conversations, my brother told me about this guy who lives in the neighbourhood. The man asked my brother why he was always happy and easy with life. My brother explained that the act of waking up every morning was enough to fill him with joy at being alive.

Well, that snippet of conversation remained in my head; brewing, expanding, rolling round and around… until it finally grew into this little poem: 'Family'.

Enjoy.