A Poem

May 12, 2020

After I finished the previous blog entry, Happy Mother’s Day, I realized there were a couple of lines just begging to be used in a poem.  So I did.

Before I Knew, I Knew

Before I knew I was southern,

before I attended William & Mary

and literally discovered my “tribe,”

before I understood that Virginia

was my foreign country of origin,

I loved trees – their loft, their shelter,

their self-revealing architecture –

while growing up in the midst

of golden-eyed poppy-fields —

and knew without knowing

to whom I belonged.