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I Find Her in Everything-A Poem About Change
I tend to mourn who I used to be,
To think of all the change I have endured–since birth, until now.
I think about how happy I was as a child,
Rocks and sticks were my friends,
I talked to the birds in the trees, and they talked back,
The smell of my grandma's sourdough pancakes was the best thing in the world.
And the Earth was so small–I could hold it in my tiny fist.
I often feel like I let go of her,
Like she got lost while I grew up.
Other times I can see her smiling at me in the mirror, in awe of all in which she has become.
I can feel her when I cry about how beautiful the birds sound,
When I think about how deeply I love,
Or how I still sleep with her teddy bear every night.
I find her in everything.
I find me in everything.
Copyright ©
Lily Ravelo
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