A landscape

I’m drawing right now,

Hanging out with my brother,

I love the people who make me who I am,

I love the way the pencil in my hand feels as I scrape it across my paper

Each little square with a little bit of pencil

A landscape he asked me to draw

Plants so full of life I wish I could be where I draw

I hardly ever draw landscapes

A landscape he asked me to draw

I feel real and present

Present, here, do you know?

I can’t wait to live my life,

To look back at all the people,

who made me, me.

All the drawings.

All the places.

All the days.

All the people.

People, how I love people do you know?

How I love the people who make me who I am