Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters, and horses too,
Big house, lots of land, catholic school, and friends (few),
This is how I grew up until I turned the age of five,
Till my parents got in a plane crash and did not survive.
My siblings took care of me from then on out,
Moving to different places here and there, no pouts.
Fast forward to graduating high school and on my own.
I went to college sheltered and trusted everyone I’d known.
I learned that was wrong and moved back with my sister,
Because she started getting sick and didn’t get better.
I switched colleges there so I could be with her
And still didn’t know what I wanted to be—that, I can assure.
I graduated college and decided I needed a change.
A new place to call home—yeah, that could be arranged.
So Atlanta here I came for good weather and people.
Didn’t see this one coming, but there I was in a steeple.
To get married to my true love whom I’d grow old with,
And wow, this southern man was quite the wordsmith.
He made as many puns as he could within a conversation,
And, our love eventually was put forth through three creations.
Though I had much tragedy in my family as a young girl,
My husband and children became the light of my world,
However I began to lose my siblings from suicide and cancer,
But I stayed strong for my family and looked to God for the answer.
And as I eventually told my story to my own kids,
The memories came crashing down and, woah, were they vivid,
Tears streamed down my face but I knew they would understand,
Even when my mother’s song was sung in church and I could not stand.
They understood my sudden reflective instants,
And when to hold my hand, hug, or kiss as an assistance.
My kids are my best friends and I love to spend time with them all.
I support them in everything they do and we always have a ball.