My Family

By Amy Cobos Lopez

My mom is                                                                  My dad he works

fresh money, sweet                                                       until being ill

that makes you                                                             He is a worker

want to smell her                                                         bee buzzing here

all day                               and there putting windows and garages.

                        My little brother

                        saying “you’re funny”  

                        with his tiny voice

                        bringing us good

                        news about his

                        behavings. He is an angel

                        without wings.

My family holds me by how they are.

I love how they are because

they are lovely, working, funny, and

that makes me who I am.