I’m A Lot Like

I’m a lot like my father

Who lies quiet in the grave

I’m much like my mother

Yet not quite as brave

I’m a lot like the wind

Struggling with direction

I’m much like the water

Mirroring my introspection

I’m a lot like my sister

Struggling with myself

I’m much like my lover

When she takes me someplace else

I’m a lot like the rose

Beautiful and thorned

I’m much like a weed

When I feel lost and scorned

I’m a lot like nothing

When it all feels disconnected

I’m much like everything

When each morning I’m resurrected

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013