I am me

Some of my earliest memories of my mother involved poetry.  In elementary school, I had such a difficult time remembering my spelling words and their meanings.  In an effort to help me, my mother would write stories and poems with me about my spelling words to help me remember.  We would write in all the different styles and just had a really fun time with it.  As I grew older, this branched into writing short stories and poetry together.

One of my mother's favorite books to read poetry from called Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices.  We used to read this together and would often laugh as we mess up the lines or read it wrong.  Those are some of my most prized memories.

Several years ago I was challenged at a personal development seminar to create a piece of artwork that spoke to us.  As I sat pondering on what I should write, the memory of my mother and I reading from this book popped into my head.  I felt inspired to write this poem for two voices.  My beautiful daughter London recorded it with me.

  Visions of Me

Who am I?	Who am I?
I am a mirror...
	A Mirror?
Yes, a mirror.
Beautiful.
Simple.
Powerful.	Powerful.
I reflect light,
	Love,
Peace,
	Inner Joy.
	I reflect
Goodness,
	Hope.
I reflect
Me!	Me!
Who am I?	Who am I?
	A blossom
Quietly unfolding
	Under the sun’s
	gentle kiss.
Stretching
	Reaching
Bringing delight
	Sweet smells
Memories
Love	Love
Who am I?	Who am I?
I am a child.
	I am fully grown.
I am beauty.
	I am natural.
I am elementary.
	I am sophisticated.
I am Me!	I am Me!