Phew

my father would teach me about life 

from my slow return after the fall

by silent icy eyes and his perfect face 

worn and wise 

my baby teaches me about strength upon each dawn 

when amethyst awakes

my mom was the one whom warmed me from the cold and protected my small frame from the showers of hurt

and each day grew stronger as her boys grew taller 

my brothers were my outlet from tears to fears and today are beacons emitting joy similar to the guidance of a lighthouse 

you see I wasn't born knowing anything 

I've been lucky to be loved