(Image by Jane Hulstrunk)
Mark Owen Martin
Musical montage ==> Legacy
I am from bagpipes and tartans,
Bonnie hills and liquid lochs,
Cherry pipe tobacco, and
Blue-veined hands pumping well water.
I am from the cold metal glider
Amidst shaded pines and fields of phlox
Cider apples, purple pansies, tumbling
Siblings and cousins gathered up in a riotous bouquet.
I am from curly-haired dolls on Christmas morn,
Speckled linoleum and a one-bathroom home,
Up the dusty trail to bedrooms shared,
A camper towed, let’s get the show on the road.
I am from ponies and skis, swings and skates,
A red Schwinn bike with coaster brakes,
Firefly summers and blazing leaves,
White cold winters and gray wet springs.
I am from doctors and lawyers,
Ministers and teachers,
Strong-willed women and civic-minded men,
Seeking my own significance.
I am from joy and sadness, love and loss,
Plenty and want, anger and forgiveness,
Faith and fragility,
Doubt and hope.
I am from marriage and motherhood,
Lovers and friends,
Memories and the future.
My children are from me.
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