I am from the big white bear always ready to comfort me
From Earl's Drive-In just across the street
And the library three blocks away
I am from a noisy house full of noisy children
And parents always ready with criticism
I am from the crabapple tree in my neighbor's backyard
Whose sour treats dropped into my waiting hands, just like that
I am from peanut-butter-and-banana-sandwiches at lunch (Monday, Wednesday, Friday)
And from late night Fridays reading stories until I fell asleep
From Vicki and Lindsay (we call him Phillip)
And from huge Christmas celebrations, and Family Home Evening,
And also from big dreams that didn't always come true.
I am from pizza and fruit salad
I am from my dreams being deemed as "impossible"
I am from the moments I wanted to hide but stayed,
When I wanted to stay but hid,
When I stood up to my parents for my dreams,
The simple victories that dared me to do more
I am whoever you believe me to be...
And so much more than you'll ever know.
YOU ARE READING
These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...