Response to Andrew Hudgins' Begotten

On Family

Amily Sommers

When I was young, I would pretend

That I belonged to another family.

And they would come and whisk me away,

And I would be something great.

It only takes one look, however,

To chase my daydreams away.

I can disown my family no more

Than they could deny me.

I can see myself in my mother,

My face, my height, my shape,

My unruly hair which can never be tamed,

And my love for all things dark.

I see myself in my father too,

My awkward personality,

The way we always wish to speak,

But never know the words.

The resemblance is in my siblings too;

We’re so similar it’s creepy.

Six children with only two faces,

And all of the same behaviors.

Like others, I can look at my family

And see exactly what I am,

But where others might dread this revelation,

I see it as a comfort.

No matter where I go in life,

Or how far apart I stand,

There will always be a place I can return to,

A place where I belong.