Who are you?

We’re our first house

We’re our favorite teacher

We’re our constant doubts

and our most hated feature

We’re our daughter’s name

our son’s eyes

We’re our biggest shame 

and the way our mother cries

We’re the snow on our tongues

and the flowers in our hair

We’re the air in our lungs

We’re our grandpa’s rocking chair

We’re our best friend

We’re the seat we pick in the bus

the letters we send

and the people we trust

We’re the shade we paint our walls

the sound of our laughter

We’re our overnight calls

and the dreams we chase after