Who I Am

I'm red hair 

but not its quick temper,

except sometimes.

I'm freckles

that trace a map

of other lands on my face.

I'm muscular legs

that run me where I want

and take me to unfrequented places.

I'm fingers curled over

a keyboard capturing words

black on white.

I'm hungry mind seeking words,

filled by reading them,

yearning to learn new ones, 

playing games of them.

I'm celtic mix that savors

family, gathers it, celebrates it,

cheers it on, helps fix it.

I'm broken one

at home with other broken ones,

on their side, arms around their shoulders.

I'm woman in love

with other women, 

with bone feel for our 

persistent plight.

I'm woman in forty- year love 

with a man, a singular

bright light man who

shows me clear blue sky.

I'm mother, brave

enough to bear a girl child

and raise her to be brave.

I'm grandmother to two dear ones who

bring me dragons and build new worlds.

I'm threshold ready to expand. 

I'm wise elder to my tribe

and beyond.

Posted for Brian, who's hosting at Poetry Jam and asked us to write about who we are.