I am from my bed
From books and band aids
And from creepy smiles to yellow sticky notes
I am from the aloe vera plant on my counter
Whose leaves, when split, heal my burns
I am from the bugs that swarm the outside light
From KitKats to Butterfingers
From “DUCK” to bath ducks
I am from the bathroom faucet
And the scars on each of my shins
I am from the dog that we rescued
From Glass Animals to Rust
In the closet where old and new unite
Memories that will never unfold
I am from the mix of lives
Written down so they will never leave
In the closet, memories will hold
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2 comments:
I really like all of the information you put information your poem.
I have an aloe Vera plant too! I Loved the poem!
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