I Am Not Them
Barefoot river child
Dirty hands, dirty eyes
What have you seen?
Remember the days
Forget those nights
Please just sing with the chickadees
There's laughter in the sun above
And freedom in that kite string
Always try your best to fly
Don't worry if you scrape your knees
And I will remember the little girl that I was
The little girl that I am
Always hungry for another day
To learn and to give
To laugh and to love
Another day to clear my eyes of what I've seen
And to always sing with those chickadees
This poem is about:
Me
My family