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.
