My family is a Grand Brass Mirror­­­­­­­­
                   Hanging on the wall of life
        
         Father is the many bolts that allow the mirror to hang
                     To be praised     
                                 Not losing integrity

         My siblings are the glass
                     Lords of judgment
                                 Medium of thought

         Mother is the light that gates the ability to be seen
                     Protecting her children from ill-ridden words
                                 Though sometimes sour
                                        mostly raw

                                            I
                             Am the reflection
                                 Subject to change
                                             But not different
                                                         The owner of personality.