In my wintery days,
I see my Mom,
and she has the jazz on.

And, in my dreams,
I believe that my Dad
has his guitar out
and playing.

And, in all my memories,
I see my Grandma
has the flute out.
And my Grandpa and Uncle
played the bass drum.
And my Aunt
played the tamborine.

And Sasha,
Maggie,
and Mike played
the triangle.

And, so many people
have been in the band.

But I got more...
this is made from me.