Who Am I?

I am my mother’s face and my father’s reservation.

My mother’s intelligence, and my father’s sarcasm.

Her reverence, and his stubbornness.

I am her passion and his dedication.

Her southern belle charm, and his country charisma.

Her love for life, and his love of life.

I am her question, and his answer.

I am my mother’s screams, and my father’s annoyance.

I am her lonely grave, and his new marriage.

I am this house, full of people, empty of love.

I am her hope and hopefully not his despair.

I am a mess.

©Danie Rae