Born with my head in the clouds
I took my cry baby entrance
right to the edge of dreamland.
Karma knew my heart would be
too soft for tap shoes so she infused
a bit of my mama’s grit into
that 24th day to keep some glue for broken.
I cut my teeth on idealistic…The sunny side
of trauma was the show tune I hummed
when hell kept tears from delivering a rainbow.
Fingernails ground down to absent
I am a woman of lost hours, too much thought,
and a sharp tongue with an expert aim.
Yes, I slipped past the day of hearts
to land on 24…February birthed me
a five-pound crier nursing on imagination.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Comments
and a sharp tongue with an expert aim...
This I can relate to! You have expressed the entire portrait of one born to the auspicious day so well, Susie.
and a sharp tongue with an expert aim.
Yes!! We need more women like this...awesome, Susie!