What I want

What I want

is my family.

Some may call me a baby.

A genie may give me a quirked eyebrow

And repeat-

                You can wish for one single thing.

But I would reply-

                That is who I am, and that is what I want.

My mom, who works through day and night and nags quite a bit.

My dad, who is lovable but should really watch his cholesterol level.

My sister, who can be my best friend to my worst nemesis.

And myself, who wonders out loud-

                I am the luckiest person alive.

Who else can know me inside out?

                Perhaps some friends.

Who else can stand seeing my face everyday?

                Prince Charming?

                I think and hope not.

Who else in the world can slap me away from the wrong path

And always scream the words I need to hear

And still love me for the ridiculous person I am?

I'm no poetry expert.

But I know

that all I need and all I want

Is my lovely, quirky family.