My family is a new house.
My dad is a door that lets anyone
and anything in.
My mom is the window showing new opportunities
looking out for everyone.
My dog is the light bringing joy
and laughter into the family.
One of my brothers is the kitchen
baking sweets bringing things together
with food.
My other brother is the wreck room
always destroying things, but
can be useful at times.
And I am the attic
waiting to be noticed
waiting to be searched
always there when needed
but always waiting.
(as you can see I like writing about my family)
Copyright 2008 Laura Bolling
