A Bloke’s Blog

So what makes a family?
Is it blood and bone?
Do you need DNA?
Are you related?
Or do you have the same name?

If I could chose my family
Who would they be?
Would they have biology?
Would they be from the same seed?

You see my dad adopted me
I don’t have his DNA
I don’t have his ears
I don’t have his nose
We just don’t look the same
But my dad is my dad
And he loved me thru-n-thru

When I think of my family
I always think of him
I don’t have his genes
But his son I am still!

He gave me his love
He gave me his name
He taught me how to ride a bike!
He drove me to my football game
He used to take me fishing
On the bridge and on the boat
I help him build the chook house
I helped him build the kennel
I even helped him paint the roof
Of the Halifax Hotel!

We didn’t have biology
We didn’t have DNA
But we were still a family
No matter what you say.

My child will be my family
And though they won’t have my eyes and ears
They’ll have my love all their years
I can’t wait to take them fishing
I can’t wait to paint a house
I can’t wait to do all the things
That my Dad did with me
‘Cause my Dad is my family
And that’s what makes a family be