The Warrior In Me
Oh how I remember the lemon sun as it jittered through the morning sky
the year was 1965, mom and dad became proud owners of our first home
the address was painted in red over a plank of wood, 1986 2nd Avenue
here was the city shelter that was to host childhood prams and dreams
Phentex knitted blankets and linoleum floors that were used as mini slides
mothers vanilla cookies dipped in ice cold milk and afternoon swoops
I grew up knowing love and that was the ultimate
inside this world of buzz today, I wish to cultivate
all the things my past could not obscure nor oblate
like how many blessings landed on my empty plate
I recall fathers footsteps, the flash of his light and his beautiful eyes
each time he entered a room summer emerged and winter fell from the room
He was a hero of holy spaces an astronaut of stars with many satire faces
as we played footsie, we watched the sun build one last garland of love
then slowly set to the west, leaving us bathed in linen shivers of nothingness
I grew up volatile as a seasonal butterfly
I used my imagination and believed I could fly
yesterday's journey followed like a feathery sigh
it lingered into tomorrow, but I never asked it why
Oh how I remember the warrior in me , the one that sang and wrote poetry
I recall strong little legs, flashlight peeks and a diary book that spoke for me.
July 9, 2020
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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