(Raavee, 11, writes a beautiful poem about her family)
My family is a cake,
My dad, the base,
is sturdy and strong, yet soft.
My mom, the icing,
covers everyone’s mistakes.
My brother, the sauce,
dirties yet decorates the cake.
And me, the cherry on the top,
I help finish everyone’s job.
Isn’t describing my family a piece of cake!