I am from
Kathleen Stokes
Poetry
I am from the forest
I run with bare feet
from campfire smoke
and good food to eat
I am from homemade
Halloween costumes
and the songs in the Dark
I am from a mother
who wraps me in her arms
and says it will be alright.
I am from a hand held tight
fingers folded together as one
I am from New Orleans
from the music in my soul
I am from the love in the air
the sound of the ground
I am from the sea where
the wave crashes down.
I am me as only I can be.
This poem is about:
Me