#lossofignorance

[selcouth-saudade]

I Am From

I am from cold winters

From hot chocolate warming frigid fingers

And hours huddled on a couch

I am from pumpkin patch rides

From soggy grass

And camera flashes upon smiling faces

I am from sandy lake shores

From sub sandwiches on beach towels

And pink skin kissed by the sun

I am from rooms of chatter

From crowded kitchens warm with the smell of food

And whispered gossip between adults

I am from stick sword fights

From tree climbing

And giggling around a fire

Now childish ignorance has turned into something ugly,

Something that takes your breath away

And leaves scars maring your wrist

Family gatherings have gone from grandma's wet kisses

To prickling tears

And a tight feeling restricting your lungs

The apple may not fall far from the tree

But the absence of the tree

And the winded feeling when you hit the ground

Are rough every time

--Selcouth-Saudade