Bag of Trash by Jonathan

My family is a trash bag,

In city park,

Where the people run,

And the dogs bark.

My dad is the can on the top,

That has room for more love,

He will never let drop.

My mom is the apple,

Never been eaten,

For she is juicy,

Full of compassion.

My sister is the box,

That sits on the bottom,

She is still loved and never forgotten.

I am the rat that searches through them all,

Looking for things to live by,

So I will not starve and fall.

Holding us together almost filled to the top,

Is the trash bag filled wit us all,

It represents our love,

Wit it life will never be dull.