My mother’s hands

My Fathers fine hair

My sister’s love of adventure

I say’ I love you’ easily

Because you said it without censure

I fight for every underdog

Because of all you bullies

I find beauty in a stone

Because you showed me truly

All my sobs and tears

Because he taught me how to cry

I saw how much I hurt you

And so it hurts to lie

Beautiful mosaics we are

- more beautiful with age

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