Science says we're born of steam and stardust,
The spoils of supernovae given life.
I have proof that I am made of Starburst,
The simple gesture made my mom a wife.
Father slept in class with one palm open,
My mother placed a pink one in his hand.
I owe my life to that single moment,
A sweet display of love she hadn't planned.
Twelve long years their hearts withstood division,
Together they raised three unruly boys.
Though the parting seemed a harsh decision,
The sadness never overwhelmed the joys.
Just like my cells are A, T, C, and G,
The yellow, orange, red, and pink make me.