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I was born, raised, made, and looked after

September 19, 2019
By 0hein SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
0hein SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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I was born into the stems from the flowers of my mothers and grandmothers,

daisies and roses.

I was born into the dusty dirt of my fathers and grandfathers,

silt and grime.


I was raised by the stretch of fields in northern Michigan,

grass and dirt.

I was raised by the miles of art in southern Wisconsin,

paint and quilts.


I was made by the pricks pokes of needles with my mother,

silk and tulle.

I was made by the dirt and cuts from working with my father,

wood and metal.


I was looked after by the fences running along neighborhoods and houses,

picket and wire. 

I was looked after by the pavement of school grounds and sidewalks,

stones and gravel.


The author's comments:

This poem tells my story, where I came from, and where I am now. 


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