The Family

Description of my family

My family is a burnt and blackened tree
Its limbs falling apart
My father is the broken bridge
No longer living whole
My mohter often chaotic is exploding dynamite
My three brothers are three beans in a pod
Having more fun together then alone
My sister is the blowtroch setting the dynamite off
And I, caught in the middle, is the bandaid
I mend and clean the wound