Family

My father;

A plucky sailor that sails

On the ocean of burning jeopardy 

Enduring the trauma

Of a crisp and frosty weather

My mother;

Who with her tranquil words

Would penetrate my core

The golden nonpareil

Of beauty, prestige, and modesty 

My brother, 

Grown but sheepish

As shy as some stray fawn

That seeks its mother

And me,

The blazing sapphire

Of tenderness and fondness

Or maybe an emerald

So yearning and burnish