My Life Poem

My Life Poem

I am from wrought iron leaves and soft warm sheets,

From stuffed animals, always there, guiding me to sleep,

From an open window to the crisp night air,

From pictures of family and friends, bringing back memories,

From loud music, playing almost all the time,

And from a warm feeling all around.

I am from a big back yard, surrounded with fields,

From laying in the grass, watching the summer sky,

From lit candles with a cinnamon aroma,

From shelves and shelves of books,

From my grandmother’s cross-stitching,

And from feelings of safety and warmth.

I am from Palmetto trees, tall and proud,

From warm sandy beaches,

From the Clemson vs. Gamecocks rivalry,

And from a small down-to-earth home town.

I am from proud Scots, and Cherokee Indians,

From loving and supportive arms,

From the blue-grey of my grandmother’s wise eyes,

And from a proud family always by my side.

I am from 50 stars and 13 stripes,

From freedom ringing sea to shining sea,

From bald eagles flying high and free overhead,

From a strong military fighting bravely for our country,

And from a sense of belonging.

I wish to be from a place of harmony,

From shelves of paper, filled with my own words, bound into books,

From a chaise lounge, seating a patient,

From a warm safe home, filled with the things I love,

From a dream of living to be 100,

And from hope that this world can one day be restored into something more beautiful than ever.

By: Zoe Buffkin