What Makes Me Rich

What makes me rich? They ask.
Well it’s the moments,
Sad or Bad,
They make the future and the past,
It’s the sitting on the ground in the living room with blankets underneath us eating dinner and watching movies,
It’s the spending of summer nights staying up camped out in the livingroom watch movies till we all fall asleep,
The countless summers spent with my close family friends in their backyard pool.
It’s my mom having to take Matthew and I to donuts with dudes when my dad wasn’t around.
It’s the family campouts spend playing cards, swimming and talking around the fire,
It’s the countless car trips to Arizona.
It’s the moments I get to spend with my mom and my family,
It’s when I can’t stop laughing when I am with my best friend,
It’s the moments when the people I don’t share blood with are still family,
It’s when my dad moved back,
All the moments that overcome the bad,
It’s the music I listen to when I am sad angry or mad,
It’s the imagination I had and hope to keep,
It’s the running around the house with my little brother,
What about when my whole family was their for my mom and camped out in the waiting room playing cards,
It’s my teachers that care,
Even when they lose hair,
The days where my smile makes other people smile,
When I can be their for my friends when they need me,
My mom coming to every game of mine,
Picking me up when I fall,
It’s the countless baseball games I get to watch that my siblings play in or that we are just watching together,
The relationships I have with my siblings that I wouldn’t give up for the world,
You ask me what makes me rich?
How about being poor,
When people have a bunch of money they can’t get enough,
I am rich even though I am poor,
Because the moments where money would have stopped it from happening.
I love my life because of those memories and wouldn’t change it even if I could.