I Am...
I am... a daughter of our great and wonderful God.
I wonder... who my son will be when he grow up and if I'll do a good enough job in raising him up.
I hear... my son snorting in his sleep, ducks quacking on the lake beside our home, and the garage door opening as my husband comes home from work.
I see... the amazing glory of God blooming outside in the trees, grass, flowers, and baby animals.
I want... my husband to know the amazing peace of Christ and...well a tea party.
I am... the wife of a soldier.
I pretend... I'm June Cleaver sometimes... or some other 1950's housewife.
I feel... a joy deep in my soul that I have never had before.
I touch... the keys on my keyboard to pour out my heart and mind to my online friends and offer them support just as they do for me.
I worry... that I will forget some of the things I want to teach our children and I'll do it wrong.
I know... that I will, and that it will be okay when I do.
I cry... a lot actually, but mostly out of happiness these last few weeks.
I am... a mother, a mom, a mommy.
I understand... that life will change, things won't always be as they are now, and that it is okay.
I say... "Oh my goshes", "Cutey Patuty Butt!", and that no matter what life {or the Army} throws at us, we'll make it through with flying colors.
I dream... about a clutter free home, tea parties with friends, and having the courage to wear hats and gloves to church, or just out for an afternoon stroll.
I try... to be upbeat, happy, and caring to everyone I meet. You never know when someone else needs a smile and the best way to feel happy is to make someone else happy.
I hope... our son is happy and fulfilled and that his father and I can be there for him whenever he needs us.
I am... me.
I originally wrote this poem in high school. All the responses after the I {insert phrase} were pretty sad and dark, much like I was back then. I was thinking of posting the original but I think I want to just keep it in the past. That was a very real part of me and I wouldn't lose her for the world, but I am proud of and happy with the woman she became. The original reads "I am a girl with emotions to share." I think I still am, but they are different emotions. I hope you enjoyed this exercise and the little glimpse into my life. Thank you for reading. You are more than welcome to take the format and right your own I am poem. I would love to hear what you have to say if you want to leave a link in the comments section.
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Maria was interested in the original so I'm gonna go ahead and post it. 10 years can really change a person.
Original I Am
I am a girl with emotions to share.
I wonder if I'll cry today or laugh tomorrow.
I hear a threat from deep within me.
I see the darkness in my own eyes.
I want the hatred to leave.
I am a girl with emotions to share.
I pretend nothing is wrong.
I feel as though I'll burst.
I touch my heart and feel a hole.
I worry I'll never love again.
I cry over nothing one day and everything the next.
I am a girl with emotions to share.
I understand not what's wrong.
I say I feel alright inside.
I dream the world will end.
I hope my dream will come true sometimes.
I am a girl with emotions to share.
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