Ohana, a whisper, a sacred vow,
More than just blood that binds us now.
It’s woven deep, in joy and strife,
The very fabric of our life.
Through laughter shared, a gentle touch,
But strong, too, in what hurt us much.
For in the storms, when shadows fall,
And bitter winds make strong men crawl,
The shared suffering, the trials we face,
Etch deeper lines of love’s embrace.
A quiet comfort, a knowing glance,
A second chance, a steadfast dance.
No matter where our footsteps roam,
Across the miles, away from home,
The heart remembers, soft and true,
The warmth of Ohana, forever new.
For family’s not just where we start,
It’s an anchor, woven in the heart.
A beacon burning, ever bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
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