who I am
I am from desert rains beating on the roof calming weary eyes
I am from late night gazing at stars, letting imagination free to fly
I am from early Sunday morning star wars shows
I am from dad’s stinky athletic clothes
I am from my brother's toys on the kitchen table
I am from old books of Grimm fables
I am from warm hugs and caring hearts
I am from hard work and broken crayon parts
I am from broken rules and pouting faces
I am from time-pressed hugs with stressed out traces
I am from stale memes and inside jokes,
I am from hard times clinging to hope.
I am from laughing so hard it makes you cry
I am from love and temporary goodbyes.
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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