I am from dark lights
From closed books and old forgotten poems
I am from the wood beams and metal walls.
Splintered floorboards
I am from the trees
The dead oak trees
Who's long gone limbs I remember
As if that where my own
From quiet dinners and my own space.
From mother and father.
I'm from silent goodnight's and unsaid words.
I'm from the quiet and the still
And scars.
I'm from cleaning the house on quiet days.
I'm from Smyrna and Tennessee.
Coffee and tea .
From pictures pinned to the wall
And memories in my heart.
Dated 8/28/20
YOU ARE READING
a Collection Of Poems by Lillith
PoetryThe Truth about the world and the impact of words.
