I am from honey,

From Sheffield and Kings,

I am from the water leaking from the mouth of the hose

(cold, refreshing

leaving a stale taste behind.)

I am from the amethyst,

the Peyote

whose small and spineless,

yet bares flowers and fruit.

I am from pipe-smoke and kind eyes,

from Wynonna and Robert.

I am from the creative

and the logical.

From Two more minutes

and I love you mores.

I am from Trinity and Hope,

valleys and mountains.

I’m from Lansing and Tuttle,  

greens and gravy.

From the separation of grandparents

due to adultery,

and the ring my father ties to his scrubs.

I am from the pile of photographs under my chest,

faces no longer lost,

memories no longer forgotten.

CC BY-SA 4.0 No Longer Forgotten by Maddie is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

4 Comments
  1. Jason 3 months ago

    Very powerful poem Maddie. I like how you combine the good and the bad when talking about something so beautiful. Also that picture of honey made me hungry.

  2. Ashton 3 months ago

    I love this piece Maddie:) I could tell it was you who wrote it before I looked at the name. Great job

  3. Tala 3 months ago

    I really enjoyed your poem. It is powerful and the reader gets to know you a little more. Thank you for sharing your piece!

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