A Toast To Family - Dustin Vado

Blessed are those who have family,

Always cheese

To break famine from its perch

With cracks in parlé.

There are voices in these walls

That sound like muffles

On the brink

Of dinner.

Indifferent of origin, glasses touch -

Hallowed be thy whiskey

From what birthed them

To this toil.

It's hollowed but certain

This salute to most,

But to more times of posture,

This drink we must toast.