They say I began
On that sunny Monday morning. I was held in my mother's arms And blinked in the harsh flourescent lighting, Breathing in the air of endless possibilities. But I know the truth. I began in the sloping curve of my father's forehead, In his small, percieving ears, In his insatiable curiosity And urge to know more. I began in the cascade Of my mother's thick, black hair And the happiness of her smile. I was her Indian defiance and freedom, And her perseverance and courage. I began in my grandmother's chocolate eyes, In her need to satisfy And do everything Fabulously. I began in my great grandmother's clumsiness, In every fall, stumble, and trip. I started in her childlike naivete, The way her eyes lit up when she was excited. I was in her passionate, powerful voice, Rising and falling, Never stopping. I began much, much earlier Than that Monday morning. - Halcyon
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