Family Portrait

(Take a few seconds to read my latest poem. It's about our family portrait-me, my dad, mum, and little brother. It's really simple. Only about 4 stanzas-16 lines. But it's special anyway. And it rhymes.)

I am a talking picture of a little girl.

I live in this frame embellished with silver and pearl.

Everyday my world is small and square.

But it's warm and cozy and nothing can compare.

This nice looking fellow who looks so glad.

He's the boss, the provider, my dad.

Many lookers say I got a lot of things from him.

My face, my eyes, and my not being proper and prim.

My little brother should've been at dad's back.

He must have gone out to grab a snack.

You'll be amused whenever he smiles.

He doesn't mean to do it but then again, he loses his eyes.

This is my mum with that smile of hers that's coy.

Illuminating how she feels about our family, her pride, her joy.

She always seems to know what's best for everything.

She may fail at times but she lets her heart do the guiding.

See through our eyes and find that love at its best.

Smiles captured forever in this beautiful nest.

We're just a family portrait for you, for show.

We might get seperated as the years pass but we'll hold on and never let go.