on family and new interests

sweetness
so that is your mother, so round,
so is mine.
and I wonder how I came from them
my mother, with her thick glasses, hides the eyes that I inherited
big and green,
windows,
what also hides behind my mother's glasses is the care she takes,
withe every passing severely injured person

my sister wonders why
she chose my stepfather
I discover
that he manicures the lawn,
tending to each
leaf as if it were tomorrow.

he tenders his life

my father bulldozed through situations,
my mother picking up and replacing the scraps
that his tires spun.