We Have Titles

So my aunt and uncle are here.
We are relatives in title,
But I do not really know them,
Not well at all.

I know their names,
I always have,
And I've seen them off and on,
Growing up and now.

I connected with my cousins,
Once upon a time,
But we all have our own lives now,
And it's hard to connect.

I appreciate the times we do,
The occasional facebook messages,
The letters in response,
And I still love them wholly.

But my aunt and uncle
Would be strangers,
If it wasn't for blood,
If it wasn't for the title.

That is why I don't feel bad,
That I spent most of tonight
On the phone with my sister,
Who as much as we don't get each other,
I think we really can, when we try.

And why I'm now in my room,
Eavesdropping on my grandma and them,
Where they got the years my sister
Has been married all wrong.
At least they thought it was more, not less.

Family is a title,
And I take it with a grain of salt.
Because blood might not be debatable,
But the definition of family certainly is.
And titles mean nothing in the long run.