Family-Made | Sam Bassett ’21 What is your substance, whereof are you made, That seems to control your daily life, work? Could be your mom who urges you to stay, Or even a friend who drives you berserk. The idea of growth and maturity, Seemingly tends to drive the common folk. I’m made of the substance called family, Which helps me to clear the confusing smoke And pave the way for what my future holds. Family, a blessing bestowed upon, Not by choice, but lucky like striking gold. My loving family can’t be redone, Which is why it’s hard to get up and leave. I must embark on life’s journey and see. (Line 1 borrowed from Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 53”)
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tile mosaic, drawing matthew luke ’22
