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A past that has been long forgotten

September 12, 2018
By KBaskiewicz BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
KBaskiewicz BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
The world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it.
-Rupi Kaur


I am from the weeds that have proceeded to encase my home

To the dreary house that has grown weary and succumbs to the weeds

I am from the white fence with its color as bright as a field of cotton

To the sunflowers that will slowly perish in the fall

I am from the breeze that courses through the ivory leaves

From the smell in my mother's kitchen

To the delectable taste of her warm, golden pastries

I am from the crack of a baseball bat

To the woosh as it flies past my beaming face

I am from the warm embrace of my mother’s arms

To the lawn that thrived when it began to rain

I am from a mother who uses the weeds as a shield for her heart

To the people who weave through her protection only to leave her abandoned

I am from a butterfly that lands on a blood red rose

To the dark colored cat who swats it away


The author's comments:

I am 15 years old, a sophomore in high school. I wrote this poem for a school assignment a decided to submit it here.


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Kdc82078 said...
on Sep. 21 2018 at 9:40 pm
Kdc82078, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Absolutely beautiful!


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