Spoken Poetry About Family Novels & Stories

"Ha! That old hag isn't my grandmother. I want Kasey to be my grandmother. Kasey's beautiful, dresses nicely, and she's rich. This old woman won't even buy me snacks. She's so cheap!" Kasey then pulled out a dress. "Faith, dear. This is for you. It's a foreign designer brand." The entire table burst into laughter. Noah shot me a look. "Come on, Mom. The family is sharing a meal. Don't ruin the mood." I looked at the frayed edges of my sleeve, feeling as if someone had ripped my heart apart. "Family? Ruin the mood? We're no family." I looked up and flipped the table over. Plates went crashing, and shards flew everywhere. Kasey cried out in shock, and Connor instinctively shielded her.

I clink my glass, the sharp sound cutting through the chatter until every eye is on me. ”Alright, alright, settle down” I say, my voice booming with a warmth I can't quite hide. I give a mischievous glint toward the younger ones. ”Before we all fall into a food coma or drown in any more tears—thanks to Ashton and Xander over there for setting the bar so high—I’d like to say a few words.” I take a deep breath, the scent of the Christmas roast filling the air. ”Looking at this table, I’m reminded that a house is just wood and stone. But a family... a family is the heartbeat that makes it a home. Marcus, Lucas” I turn to them, my voice softening.

We exchanged smiles, silently acknowledging the magic that had transpired between us. Taking a seat on a nearby bench, we formed a circle, the morning breeze gently rustling through the leaves overhead. The conversations flowed effortlessly, each word laced with warmth and genuine affection. It was in these moments, surrounded by the people I cherished, that I realized the true meaning of family—a chosen family bonded by love and shared experiences.

That sight gave me courage, and my words flowed even more freely. “We often think families are something we’re born into,” I said, my voice steady now, “but sometimes, families are chosen. Sometimes, they are built through shared struggles and victories. And those bonds, forged in fire, can be the strongest of all.” As I neared the end of my speech, I felt a lump rise in my throat. “This book,” I continued, “is not just a story. It is a tribute, to my husband, to our children, and to anyone who has ever fought to create a home where love is the foundation. My hope is that it reminds you that no matter how broken you feel, love has the power to rebuild.”

He tried to play the family card, pointing at me with a trembling finger. "Shawn... I watched you grow up… We're family... Blood is thicker than water! Are you really going to be this heartless and put your own uncle behind bars?" Before I could respond, Mom suddenly sat up straight on the couch. Her face was still pale, but her eyes held an unprecedented determination. "When you were forcing Shawn to get on his knees, you didn't think about us being family. When you were calling him an escort, you didn't think about blood being thicker than water. Starting today, we have no ties to each other!"

"I just never realized it would cause such serious consequences for you!" Tears streamed down Chelsea's face as she continued, "Wyatt, I'm sorry. Won't you give me another chance? I've already gotten back at Patrick for you. "His family has been in a financial crisis these few years and only barely survived because of me. I pulled all the funds, so his family has gone bankrupt. They ended up much worse than I ever was. "Besides, Callie can't be without you either. She's been waking up crying in the middle of the night, asking for her dad. She's not doing well, and I couldn't take care of her properly, so my family sent her to boarding school—"

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Mom: Every time we try to go somewhere as a family, you don’t wanna come but when it comes to hanging out with strangers? Mom: You’re being too much now and I can’t take it anymore. If you don’t want to become a part of the family, I don’t care. We don’t want you here anyway. The last sentences they wrote have struck my mind the most. It stabs me right through the heart like they were that kind-of-stupid poisonous daggers--BECAUSE WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE POISONOUS IF THEY WOULD KILL PEOPLE ANYWAY?! I swear people who make poisonous daggers should die because of what they made and also go to hell because they’re satan spawn.

She speaks, her words slipping out with unmaskable tremors: “Calm down, you two. Things have not gotten this far. We can still talk about this like a family.” I snap my eyes at her, shutting her up with just a mere glare. What do these people use to hear, huh? Have I not said to their faces time and again that we are not a family and can never be? Not unless they undo all this bullshit and try to be humans towards me and my child! Until then, we are nothing but rivals! “Family, my foot! The only family I have is my child! And yes, woman, you all have dragged things this far!”

Although sometimes it feels heavy and difficult, You still stand with passion. Sacrificing time and energy, To ensure family happiness is created. In every second, you are a strong pillar, Supporting the family in sincere love. Never complaining, never tired, Navigating the ocean of life with courage. Thank you, woman of the house, You are a priceless jewelry. With your boundless sacrifice, you have colored our world with beauty. In every prayer you say, there is hope for a bright future. We will always reflect and be grateful,