"Runner-up in the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period October-December, 2010"-ed.
From the nipple to the cigarette
From the bottle to the beer
From the garbled bubbles of infant communication-
To the loud vulgar words that spew today.
I am what I am.
I am the daughter of the sweetest grand-mother-
I always will be.
From Bugs Bunny to the 9 o’clock news,
From the tricycle to the 92 Dodge Caravan,
From the broken arm of swinging from trees,
To the broken spirit of everyday blues-
I am what I am.
I am the grand-daughter of the man who did not have to be her grand-dad-
I always will be.
From Crayola crayons to oil pastels,
From mother’s home to on her own,
From the “Eww, Mom! Boys are gross!”
To “Mom, I'm thinking he's the one!"
I am what I am.
I am the daughter of the good intentions' mother-
I always will be.
From caring constantly about what other's think to not caring at all,
From splitting weekends between mom and "dad" to no weekends at all-
From little girl with big blue eyes,
To full grown woman with her own life-
I am what I am
I am the daughter of the man who did not want to be her father-
I always will be.
