My family is a table
My mom-the top piece holding us together as a family
My brother-the center piece stuck in the middle, not sure what to do
My Dad-holding us up on three of legs supporting us and making sure we don’t collapse
And I am the one, short, weak, and slightly broken leg struggling to withstand weight and pressure of it all
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This poem is very touching and true!!! And totally reminds me of my family!
From nathan in culew
thats kinda how it is at our home in curlew but I am holding everything together rather than my mom
Nice job Nate! Your the weak one! Haha!!!
very good metaphor it is very nice also- masters
u r the broken leg he he!!
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