I am the stability of my home,


The sturdy beams that hold it up


Against awful winter winds.

I am the cozy, crackling fireplace


And the laughter that rings down the halls.


I am the sizzling of ribs on a barbeque,


The sauce smeared all on my lips,


And the dough that’s better than the cookies.

I am the glasses that are raised up high,


Being clinked together merrily by family hands.


I am (yes) the terrible dancing


That’s better than being good,


The joy, the being a part of friends.

I am the smiles, the hugs, the giggles,


The relationships honestly designed by fate.


I am the pool, either of hopes or of water,


My hands slicing through the crystal liquid,


The people surrounding me through the haze.

I am the pride, the cheering, the loss, the sorrow,


The rewards that make me keep on moving.


I am the friends who complete my universe,


My family who’s shaped my whole being,


The people I would be lifeless without,


The weights that keep me from drifting away.

I am the people I love, the people who love me.




They’re what makes me, me.