Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Family

We are different
Hair and faces
Still alike though
All of the same make

Oldest is calm
Peaceful
Beautiful one

Boy is wild
Kind
Mislead one

Middle is fierce
Strong
Warrior one

Youngest am I
Not beautiful
Nor kind as others
Quiet and strange one

Together we are best
Long since has that happend
We are dispersed

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem a lot.
    It has meaning to it that I'm
    able to understand and I'm sure
    other people would be able to
    relate with easily.

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