I Don’t Want Your 5AM Walk to Die

I have a photo of my family in my mind:

I tell my sister, “I don’t want your 5AM walk to die.”

I tell my mother, “I don’t want your Sunday dumplings to die.”

I tell my favorite cousin, “I don’t want your mid-morning, mid-afternoon, and after-dinner snacks to die.”

I tell my best friend from 2nd grade, “I don’t want your Saturday morning Skype chat conversations to die.”

I tell my father, “I don’t want your habit of buying your daily paper to die.”

I tell my step-brother, “ don’t want your eagerness to play PC games everyday to die.”

I tell my stuffed animal, “I don’t want any of your body parts to die.”

I tell my sister, “ I don’t want your garlic peeling to die.”

I tell my mother, “I don’t want your piano playing on some afternoons to die.”

I tell my favorite cousin, “I don’t want your admiration over snowflakes falling to die.”

I tell my best friend from 2nd grade, “I don’t want to see your early morning love for coffee die.”

I tell my father, “I don’t want your random naps while watching TV to die.”

I tell my step-brother, “I don’t want your holding your bright blue plush mouse…