Raised by Mormons

A house, ever shining
With paint and photographs
Brimming in the sunshine
Like a candle on fire

Our house was the center
Of everything we did
A spacious home, as it was
Filled with family

Seven children, I’m the last
Always being bossed
“Do this! Do that!”
I’m completely lost!

But through the turf and toil
A bright light is shining
The overpowering sensation of love
And family, and union

I was raised by Mormons

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