I am from a home that demands I must respect.įrom “I accept you no matter what.” and “We’ll love you always!” I am from the warped wooden door that muffled their fights. I am from pink LED lights, my room illuminated. I am from family game nights, laughter echoing.
I am from the feeling of dough between my fingers.įrom the taste of cheddar biscuits and cold chocolate milk. I am from the day that the nest blew overĪmong the howling winds and the cruelest, pouring rain.įrom the old, rosy scent of my grandmother’s room. I am from the songs that those chickadees sang. I am from the bird’s nest adjacent to my window. I am from the seasons changing, autumn creeping with its colors dull.įrom backyard swings and the warmth of green.
Another new poem by Lia Licht…It is always so good to receive such honest, open, sweet poems.
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