I Am Made Fromby young woman, age 16
A lot of people say that we are made up of sand or water.
I am made from a Dad with a lot of smiles and laughs.
We wear the same size genes, size funny and caring.
I am made from a Mom, the natural to my beauty,
the curly to my lashes, the dimple to my cheek,
the feisty to my attitude.
My Mom is far, but when I look in the mirror I see her.
When I look in the mirror, I see Dad because I have my Dad’s eyes.
I am made from the G in grateful.
I am made from I in independence.
I am here, I am alive, I can do everything by myself.
Mom always said:
“when you don’t live with me, you don’t have to follow my rules no more.”
I rather follow some rules than schedule my own doctor’s appointment.
I can’t see, can’t see the 1 or the 2.
I wake up, my vision is deteriorating.
I am made from black and white.
I am made from being able to put myself in someone else’s shoes.
Regardless if it’s too big or too small,
I can still make it fit.
I am made up of teachings, the teachings
to know that God loves me, that he’ll never leave me, nor forsake me,
to love one another.
They are the reason why I am able to breathe the Orbit clean air and see the luscious bright trees, the sunny side up sun.
My Dad is the right side and my Mom is the left side.
As much as they may not think so,
they form a heart.
Without them, I wouldn’t have one.