My father:
Thinks like a ticking analog clock, taking time apart with slow, methodical hands.
Works like a cornerstone, standing tall despite the way the earth shifts and moves.
Loves like a dancing dolphin, watching sunlight from below as it hits the waves.
My mother:
Works like a canary, singing in the coal mine though she sees no light.
Cares like a tempest, moving heaven and other to ease her children’s pain.
Loves like a lion, fighting onward with passion no matter how the odds may lay.
My sister:
Cares like a shadow, Standing by through your darkest days to help hold you up.
Explores like a soaring owl, looking for movement in the darkness which consumes all else.
Loves like an open window, letting light stream forth at the break of day.
My sister:
Explores like a hungry bear, searching for the last fragrant flower at the end of Spring.
Thinks like a tall oak, seeking knowledge like sunlight to war, her restless leaves.
Loves like a soldier, standing guard against the hungering demons she fights to keep at bay.