She is the love
that travels through music
that lives in her home
that she spreads
until she is stretched thin.
She is the namesake
of all the places she’s found
of the person she used to be
of her great grandma.
She is the worry
of the hands clenched tight
of the long term plans
of her mind’s hurry.
She is the sound
of her guitar
of her family’s laughter
of the music she’s written down.
She is the tears
of the clouds
of her mistakes
of her grandma’s line going flat.
I am the footsteps
that follow my heart
that travel through our woods
that carry on the roots of my family.
I am not perfect
but I know not to be.
I didn’t know who I was
but now I can finally see.
Grade: 6