Heritage Poem

I'm always from
watching, watching, watching
neck cramps
daydreaming about
the stars;
from talking, talking, talking
always seeing though
always learning you
and I;
from wrestling
and super strength
from ponies and magic
and words and words on a page
dreaming
that they're all the rage;
from echoing in the house
piano keys
and aliens from mars
laughing at the
fate of
-others;
from scared of swans and
sidewalks
from pinches
and sugar in your hair
from biting me
and climbing trees
and moonshine eyes
while fairies dance

for us;
from exploding cookery
from the best I can be
from little girls
where mothers should
from aprons
and dishes
and laundry
spin, spin, spin, spin
spin, spin, spin, spin
warm, soft
always clean;
banks and Baskin Robins
tennis in the park
and bikes
and swings
and walking dogs and
pretending
magical portals lay
in the garage;
from rats in the basement
and the toilet
from drawers over flowing with
books, books, books
which should be digital;
from poems scribbled
on scraps of paper
of secret glances
and wishing hearts
of laughing until
two am
and it's
dark, dark, dark
outside;
from running, when I cried
when anger got
too much to bear
had to scream
for you to care;
from football games
and all the same
sweatshirts because
you reminded me
to be myself;
don't scream and cry
if you need help;
all combined
into my eyes
that watch
and see
because all I can be
lies

within


me.





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