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.
