I’ve been reading Lightning Paths by Kyle Vaughn and working through the daily exercises. Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you choose something that may seem insignificant that is actually a big part of your identity.
The Roots
a baby in a cloth diaper
pinned up
sitting in the middle
of a desk
surrounded by stacks of books
her father speaking
Greek and Hebrew roots
in his seminary studies
a love of books
of words
of language
of learning
is rooted in those days
back in Kentucky
in 1966
Common Threads 
Wow….thanks for sharing your lovely poem. I read and reread it. O love the placement of the words on the page. I love the repetition of the word “of”. The image of a baby surrounded in books has me thinking of a potted plant and of course the roots would be reaching out for words, for learning. I so look forward to reading your slices each week. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you, Sally! I still have the happy shivers from your slice today…..Kwame Alexander!? What a treasure of an experience. Thank you for sharing, and the picture puts a smile in my heart.
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Kim, this is lovely. I see the books in your poem as the soul, the roots as the seeds, you as a growing vine spreading book love. We must surround our children w/ books and nurture those reading lives. Wonderful poem.
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Beautiful ode – to both your father and your love of words. Lovely poem!
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