Bits and Pieces

Who am I?

I am a girl, small but loud.

I am bits of my parents,

In every part of me

I am my mother’s loud voice

And I am by father’s forehead and awful laugh

I am my mother’s inability to gain weight, no matter how much we eat

I am my father’s clone at keeping everything nice and neat

But what am I not?

I am not the sound of yelling at 3 in the morning

Nor am I bags and boxes piled into a car

I am not a new house, with a new girl

Going between two different homes

I am a combination of the two

I am the peacemaker,

The girl with the camera,

The girl that just won’t get off her phone!

I am bits and pieces of my parents,

Just not always in one

This poem is about: 
My family


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