When I am home, I am seven again I am dusty pigtails and five best friends I am hopscotch on hot sidewalks wearing pink jelly shoes I am 4th in line at the West Elementary pool
when I am home, I am the Christmas parade on Main Street I am two tiny bare feet in Panther Creek I am a Dairy Queen chocolate-dipped ice cream cone and Saturday morning cartoons with my big brother Jerome
when I am home, I am a tent revival on Wednesday nights, I am a brass offering plate with the crushed velvet lining I am Amazing Grace and the taste of fried chicken I am red kool-aid and switches picked for lickin's
When I am home, I am slowed down, whole I am the daughter of Janice and Joe I am Miss Frances’ granddaughter and Ella’s twin,
I am the poet who remembers to stop just to take it all in, when I am home.