Molded

When I was first conceived
In my mother’s womb
She took care of me
Like no one ever would
In seven lifetimes.

When I first arrived
My grandmother held me so close
Secretly promising me
She would do whatever it takes
To see my toothless smile.

When I took my first baby steps
My father let me trip and fall
Indirectly telling me
“Face your fears. That’s the way you’ll learn”
To see me stand on my own two feet.

When I first went to school
My grandfather urged me to enter my class
Proudly he told me
“Make new friends. It will be fun”
To see me as the “Most Wanted”

When my little brother first arrived
He caught hold of my little finger
This is when I knew
It was my responsibility
To never let go of his.

Only now do I realize
How much these people mean to me
Without them by my side
I wouldn’t be the same.