I am the daughter of a mother whose American roots were planted with the Mayflower
and an immigrant father, who wanted to live where all men were free;
I am the daughter of honesty and dreams and love brought to fruition.
I am the richness of words stretching across blank pages from childhood's imagination,
and the dreams of stories passed from generation to generation.
I am a poet reaching out to embrace the world.
With arms stretched wide I will gather it in without fear,
for I was born to weather the storms.
I am words tossed in the whirlwind, flying free,
until they fall on fertile ground and take root in the heart of love.

~Elise Skidmore ©2020

And that, my friends, makes 30 poems in 30 days; the PAD challenge is complete. I’d like to thank everyone whose taken the time to stop by and read the poems I’ve shared here, and a special thank you to those who have commented and/or shared them. For better or worse, I’m a writer. I’d write whether anyone is reading or not, but knowing there are those who do read my words means more than you’ll ever know. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

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