You are the pots and pans that made the spaghetti, 

making food even when you are tired.

You are the seasoning that taught me to be unique

being unique is better than having everyone know you.

You are the spoons that stir me

make me think about the different options in the pot.

You are tongs that flip me 

and show me that I have different sides.

You are refrigeration, heating and cooling,

the hard work put into things that shaped me to the way I am. 

You are the wood in the stove

that fueled my best and worst days. 

You are the nail to the wood

Holding me together and making the best in the worst situation.

You are the drill to the screws 

forcing me to do better.

You are the body odor showing 

it’s perfectly fine to word hard and smell.

You are in the fields surrounded by

Babe, Jean and Daisy living your best life. 

You are the barn 

that is in the process of being made. 

You are the tree in the forest that suffers many storms

but still surviving so that you never give up. 

You are my jacket to my skin

protecting me so rain can’t bring me down.