My dad is the rock that slowly deteriorates as it rolls away.
My mother is the wind that blows through the leaves and makes you scarred at night.
My Brother Andrew is the branches bunching together above your head always making you look up to wonder.... Why?
My Sister Natalie is the lost bear looking for is mother.
I am like the little puppy you find wondering the path and want to take home.
My little sister Nikki is the frog your girlfriend sees and holds your hand lighter cause she is scarred it will touch her.
And my little sister Abbie is the tree stump you just look at for hours because it is an amazing God made creation....
I like your poem! ~Mom
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