My sister Lilian as the pink ham loving her color.
Julianne as the lettus, not alwase happy, not alwase mad.
Rebekah as the mayo, alwase sweet, happy, and loving.
Somewhere in that sandwich is me as a pickle, sower, taking over and alwase wanting to compete.
My dad is the bread, always pretecting us and my mom almost like the bread...my mom is the wheat.
They are together, they couldn't be one without the other.
(The assignment: to write a poem that compares the members of your family to something...a thing, a place, etc. Our family is a sandwich. Apparently Brandon was hungry that day....)
3 comments:
That is sweet and funny
Brandon just melted my heart.
Actually that bread part is really sweet . . .
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