My Great Grand Father

I never met,

Though pictures depict his life,

He, was strong, He was audacious,

He is in my heart.

My serene great-grand father,

Seems like he’s miles away,

Though, he’s watching down on me,

Haven, is where he is,

Is where someday, far in the future…

I will meet him.

I look a lot like him,

great grand mother would say with a smile,

I could tell she missed him, the way she stared at me, with stars in her eyes.

I was told, by my mother…

Great grandmother enjoys to see me smile,

Because its just like his…

Therefore, when I visit her, I come with a profusion of smiles,

I act as if everything is ok,

Even if its not, as long as she’s happy.

My great grandfather,

He’s with me, always…

for the long run.

My Aunt

Is a mother
Has ears that can hear through concrete,
My aunt has nerves of steal
My aunt, the early bird,
The one who’s the boss of a bank, but never gives the money away.

My aunt has the power, she would win if she ran for president.
My aunt, the perfect cherry added on the top of every ice cream
the one who you hear always cracking a joke,
My aunt, the clever one,
My aunt is as sharp as a tack,
Jesus, God, P E R F E C T.
My aunt-

The gum in the middle of the lolipop
my aunt... the apple in New York, the Crocodile in Florida,
because of her, i have a load laugh,
because of her i know how to shop, for good deals,
because of her... i saw the statue of liberty.

My aunt, the pop in rice crispies,
Because of her, i know what family realy means.

My Big... perfect sister

My big sister,
is always there,
to give sage advice...
to help me get through the rough times in life she has experienced too.

She is the best roll model,
perfect this, perfect that.
Like her long blonde wavy hair,
along with her tall skinny body,
shes even very intelligent...
and lets not forget her perfect, straight teeth, pays of for four years of braces.

No matter what,
No matter where,
still my big sister I can count on.

Even though I know, she is moving out,
I still know I can go to her,
no matter how far away,
and I will listen to what she has to say.

Says the Little Girl who Looks up to Me

The sound of her yelling voice,
vibrates in my ear,
ENOUGH, I cant take it anymore!

I yell, and scream,
then, quiet fills the room once I'm done,
tears fill her eyes...
guilt eating me from the inside.

"OK" she says and walks away,
the sound of her voice was smooth,
smooth like the silk pajamas my grandma wears on movie night,
her blue/green glimmering eyes turn wet,
tears escaping, as I wish I could.

Nothing left to say,
the damage has been done,
cant undo it now.

My face turns red, as it does when I cry,
red as blood...
sadness, pain, guilt.
Tomorrow is going to be full of sorrow.

"Why do you and mommy always have to fight?"
says the little girl who looks up to me...
no answer, although she deserves one.

Then I thought to myself...
you know what, I'm her roll model,
and not doing a very good job...

I better shape up my attitude...
for her, at least.