A Family of Musicians

January 29, 2015

The thump in my chest

Keeps beating, beating,

At 80 beats per minute

I'm still breathing

For eighteen years,

Four months and eight days

I've been by myself

Chopped off the chord that connected me to my mother

I always wonder if I'll have that with another

But my brother

He's the real percussionist

A walker trailing with him

His glide step is perfection

His crescendo is key

My brother has the laugh of a clarinet

The smile of a tambourine

I was born with a love for music

And a care for the handicapped

I adapted to the way people stare

And I care more for my brother than ever

I dream of the day when my family is not scared of different

And listens

To the beat of our own hearts

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