Beholden to my Mother.
I’d say that’s true.
For loving me so much she’d rinse my crying eyes of shampoo.
Beholden to my Father.
For there’s no doubt
that he opened the door for all the laughter the world would allow.
Beholden to my sisters.
There’s no room to question
that they’d cross the universe with me at the slightest suggestion.
Beholden to my brother.
For that is certain.
His smile fills the room like the sun when you draw back the curtains.
Beholden to my Grandmother,
I’ll always believe
her spirits larger than anything I could conceive.
Beholden to my heart
with no hesitation
Their love fills it with a joy beyond explanation.