I was, I am, I will become
I am hardy laughs and the flight of bird wings in the early morning.
I am the first star that shines when i look up at night,
and i am the last one to disappear.
I am my father's hard headedness,
and my mom's passion.
I am the only body i have ever remembered being in.
I am the smell of coffee in the morning
and the crinkling of an old book.
I am my grandfather's death
and my puppy's birth.
I am my parents' endless drinks
and my best friend's addiction
I am my innocent baby cousin.
You can find me in wildflowers and crooked creeks-
the one particular bend where my canoe got stuck
and someone offered me a hand.
You can find me in my lover's smile
the way his arms are so secure around me.
For when all is said and done, I have been around for ages
and ill be around for more
because i was birthed from the trillions of things
that have come before.
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