Entranced by the stories and myths told to me during my childhood, I yearned to hear about the people who shaped my history and spirituality. I'd take notes while my mother shared her own childhood memories of the people and struggles in her life.
Our family history was too valuable to forget, so I wanted to write it down.
March!
Windy days
usher new leaves
consoling once lonely tree
gracefully uncurling
bits of green, yellow, gold
rebirth
branches stretch upwards
praising Spring!
February!
Sighs, smiles, and generous
supply of words,
Retrieve memories
that linger on
beyond the years
Which song or
cherished photograph
shall I draw upon
to write my dearest valentine
a tiny poem of love.
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