My poems are my background
They are my gender and race,
My temperament in the evening,
My breath on a steamed glass,
They start with me as I rose,
Tiny and dreamy in the night,
Pattering barefoot,
Down a sunny path.

They are my parents and brother,
The children I gave birth,
Moonlight on a river,
A cuddle in the church,
My poems tell you more,
Than any photograph,
They are wider and deeper,
Than a narrative verse.

Love Mary ***

Inspired by the Slam poets 2017