Burning With Pride

When the wine is all but gone, still lingering on the floor of the glass,
and the all that is left of a crackling fire are embers,
it's them. They are the one place that will never leave, and where you're always welcome.

And when your girlfriend breaks up with you,
And when you lose your job.

Family, and their love for you.
It never diminishes.
It never is conditional.

A team.
Stuck, maybe.
But never for long.
Riding life's hills together.
Eternally with their arms out to catch you when you fall.

And when the trumpets blow,
And when the torch is lit, burning with pride.
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than beside them.