My family is the sport of basketball,
My mom is the rim,
Always supporting me,
And the thrill of the make is like a warm hug.
My dad is the backboard,
Strong and sturdy,
Someone I can bounce back on.
My siblings are the ball,
Every now and then visiting us,
Bringing happiness with each visit.
I am the net,
Clinging onto the rim and backboard,
Needing them to survive.