My family is a garden

Dad is the fertile soil,

That holds everything together

Sometimes cracked and broken below,

But always shows a fresh dark layer on top

Anna is a fern her leaves turned wherever the crowd is facing

She is sown very deep into the dirt, her roots run very deep

Seeming as if they will never let go

Kathy is a rose bush, freshly planted,

With thorns on the outside, but a blossoming red rose on top

The rose is hard to see unless,

You snip away at the worn out damaged thorns

To see the beauty she holds

I’m a zucchini plant that makes its way up into

Every inch of the garden

I’m willing to share my produce for those who care about me

I’m planted very close to the ferm

We are now practically grown together

I can be a bit prickly to touch

But easy once to get to know me enough

My mom is the sun shining brightly down on each of us

Sometimes on the dark cloudy days it’s hard to see

But all you have to do is look up among the clouds and

She will always be there