saddle sores morning glory school of dragons

Stories and pictures, movies and books, that I live to tell. I am from so, so many feelings and ideas, I am from the time I ran into a glass door at age six and pretended that I meant to.įrom the feeling of being lucky and the feeling of being loved.įrom growing up in a rundown, Christian-Catholic school.įrom my closest friends at this much better place.įrom the sports that I don’t play anymore. I am from the hole in my heart and lack of motivation.įrom joyous Christmases and holiday celebrations. I am from a home that demands I must respect.įrom “I accept you no matter what.” and “We’ll love you always!”

I am from the warped wooden door that muffled their fights.

I am from pink LED lights, my room illuminated. I am from family game nights, laughter echoing. I am from the feeling of dough between my fingers.įrom the taste of cheddar biscuits and cold chocolate milk. I am from the day that the nest blew overĪmong the howling winds and the cruelest, pouring rain.įrom the old, rosy scent of my grandmother’s room.

I am from the songs that those chickadees sang. I am from the bird’s nest adjacent to my window. I am from the seasons changing, autumn creeping with its colors dull.įrom backyard swings and the warmth of green. Another new poem by Lia Licht…It is always so good to receive such honest, open, sweet poems.

Saddle sores morning glory school of dragons