Here, 
among the star-spangled tablecloth
of my kitchen, 
baby-blue walls, 
granite counter tops, 
stark black picture frames, 
and ivory 
door trim. 
Surrounded by
black and tan
giants,
a 13-year-old 
agitating boy, 
and a blonde 
sorority-loving
sister. 
As well as, 
a work-centered, 
impatient mother. 
Only you, 
can take away 
what I loved most. 
Only you, 
can take away, 
the daily Cliff Walks, 
and the soggy pasta 
of Miley. 
Only you,
can take away 
the mystical Atlantic. 
Only you, 
can take away 
my happiness. 
--Kylie