The sky weighs down like
an old emperor’s robe, full
of heavy burdens.

There is no pillow
that will ever comfort me
more than your embrace.

At a long day’s close,
I lay down my weary head,
and I dream of you.

All I really want
is to be within your arms,
that’s not asking much.

I like my parents,
but I like them even more
when they’re not around.

What is family?
Those who bred us?  Raised us? Or…
those whom we keep close?