I imagine us running, no friend or foe
No one knows who I speak of but they don’t need to know
It is not my mom nor my dad or aunts
Neither my grandma or my acquaintances: a bunch
It was not a love interest nor someone I’d call “bae”
And to be more clear, we did run, not lay…
We did not sit on the couch or play house as we do
You’re only 3, how can I tell you the truth?
You cannot comprehend that you are my happy place…
In a field full of grass, with shoes closed with lace.
There was a dog running with us, a man’s best friend
Excited for the future we have to spend…
So I guess what I’m saying is I’m so happy you are here
Because before, no family came close, nor near
You stopped me in my tracks, like headlights to a deer
Each day, I appreciate your growing years
How have you become my everything … I’m not sure
But I do know that you are the water I won’t pour
No need to water the plants of a world that’s so crossed
I have no way to go now, so together we’re lost.
Christian, a sophomore who attends Georgia State University, enjoys writing about her family.
Interested in poetry?
On Saturday, Feb. 18, VOX is partnering with Georgia Public Broadcasting (GPB) to celebrate Maya Angelou’s legacy with And Still I Rise Teen Spoken Word Workshop (1-2:45 p.m.) and Poetry Slam (3-5 p.m.).Bring friends, bring poems, bring yourselves for an afternoon of art not ego and inspiration! IT’S FREE!
