My dad is the hilt,

He supports the family

Without him there is no support

Thus having a clumsy,

Sword.

A sword

My mom is the cross bar

She holds the family together,

Without her

The sword would fall apart,

She is the center piece.

A Sword

Me and my sisters are the blade,

Always being put to the test,

Always expected to be sharp.

Sharp Sword

My aunt is the grindstone,

Always keeping the blade sharp,

Constantly keeping us on the edge,

Forcing us to be the best that we can be.

Sharp Unbreaking Sword

Like a sword,

Without all the parts we are weak,

Together we are a force to be reckoned with,

Together we are impossible to break.