Friday, September 11, 2015

What My Soul is Made of



My Soul is made of autumn leaves
And new pencils
And a new backpack.

My Soul is listening to Christmas music
 on the radio.
It’s warmth.

My Soul is my family,
And children
Especially babies.

My Soul is Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers
And foxtrot music
My Soul is smiles and laughter
It’s charming
It’s twirling

My Soul is lots of hugs
And playing with peoples’ hair,

It’s violin music.
It’s sharing food,
 Sharing ideas,
And sharing love.

My Soul is a home
A home that smells good,
And is peaceful inside.

My Soul pushes against violence
It blocks out contention
And it can’t process some emotions
Very well.

My Soul does not give up.
My Soul thinks nothing can stop it
It continues until
It can cartwheel
And do handstands.

My Soul cries quite often
Due to its memory foam interior
My Soul does not forget
About the feelings of others
Even when they have forgotten
Themselves.

My Soul lives in the kitchen
My Soul spends time by a river
Where you can have a picnic
On its bank.

My Soul reads old novels
And is adorned with polka dots.

My Soul reaches out for other Souls
To hold hands with
To spend time with

My Soul can be a mirror
For others
To see
What they look like
On the inside

My Soul is made of hope

And wings.