A Couplet


I was a reddened flower

You say I’m now a tower


I’m looking for all of your stories

Throughout my own phases


You were the women who held me

Now I’m learning to see


I write tiny stories and hang them on your wall

You stare at them and hope that I won’t fall


I am made of a string of memories

That you have painted on me


You’ve brought me and two other people I love into this world

Now It’s my turn to be bold


I live in many houses

But yours is my main home


I remember the day I wanted to roam so

I begged you to make me a little brother