WHO I AM

I am the dandelion girl with painted friendly face
Who challenges young world in a relay race
I am running like red towards the sun
With jokes so funny despite yellow corny pun

I am a milky smile away, from that joy
Baking girls scout cookies for a boisterous boy
I am the new and the old
Story of youth grandparents told

I am the fire in a huge heart
And red desire that is a fresh start
Of new inspiration and silvery spark
That anticipation as we walk despite dark

Dark days come and I glow
I am a candle of yellow hope
For seasons come and seasons go
But I am strong holding you close

I am love I am light
I am in touch with Jesus Christ
For his word is true to delight
I am in tune with divine

I am a seed in mid growth
Planting peace joy and so
I am indeed a called soul
Water me and watch me grow

I am a song in your heart
That hums on and on in your thoughts
Sparking your own peach melody
Singing along as we share pink peace

I am your seed your destiny
I am your need and best instinct
I am your push when you need gravity
I am your words when you need to speak

Like a burning bush with a message of truth
I am the fire inside of you
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Ben Saleh  Avatar
January 1, 2024 at 9:50 PM
A fresh and very lively poem. Full of optimism. Good write, well done.
Jones Avatar
January 1, 2024 at 10:01 PM
Thanks so much for reading and for kind comments!
Wolf Avatar
December 23, 2023 at 7:49 PM
Again, just a wonderful 'I am a ___ ' refrain you've set up here, Karen, to take me, your reader, a-winging through this fine bit of poetry. Keep 'em coming, Gershon
Jones Avatar
December 23, 2023 at 9:25 PM
I am honored you read my poems Gershon. Thanks!
One Avatar
December 22, 2023 at 11:16 AM
You poem beautifully weaves together images of youth and nostalgia, bridging the gap between generations. The references to baking cookies, the stories passed down by grandparents, and the juxtaposition of "new and old" create a tapestry of experiences that transcend time.
Jones Avatar
December 22, 2023 at 12:26 PM
Lol Guess I am showing my age. Thanks for understanding S.O.
Goldsmith Avatar
December 22, 2023 at 7:36 AM
What a creative/wonderful "Who I Am" write. Love It... Have a great day writing away..................
Jones Avatar
December 22, 2023 at 8:43 AM
Thanks Paula
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