It’s Christmas week and I’m taking a break to enjoy my family.
One of the things I most enjoy about my family is their unique, individual creativity. Last year, I shared a poem written by our oldest son when he was 12. This year, the many gifts I’ve received include this lovely poem written by our younger son, who is now 12.
I hope it inspires you to create something of our own, that expresses where you’re from. Whether a poem, a painting, or a perfectly carved turn, share your essence with the world this New Year.
Best wishes for 2012 from The Brave Ski Mom.
Where I’m From
I come from the slope
the glistening crystals that pile up into powdered clouds,
filling my mouth with the chill of cold air,
sending me downhill on two skis.
I’m from the summer days when the snow has disappeared,
when I build houses alongside high, gray-green peaks,
near deep lakes, cold and calm,
where I build shelters made out of poles and plastic bound together.
I’m from Western Colorado, a house created by my grandpa to hold my family,
Five then twelve now
the base for adventures near and far.
I am from my room,
windows gilded by the sun,
wake me up far too early.
Under my bed,
huge bins of stuffed animals collect dust,
along with my pen collection and all sorts of clutter,
impossible to clean,
filled with matchbox cars, mismatched Legos, forgotten astronauts,
never seen again.
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