Look at Me!
The apple holds itself together,
with a core stuffed with seeds,
each one full of possibility
that cry out in whispered hope,
Look at me, I could be a tree!
That first class I had nothing
bits of old furniture, a few boxes,
barely enough to feed myself, and I too
whispered out all my dreams,
Look at me, I could be something!
One class turned to two,
then full-time, a term, a year
and then my degree
I was a tiny seed hoping to become a tree
Yes, look at me!
Hope once more
The author, Linda Abajian, recently returned to college and am almost done with the poetry class taught by Jose Chaves.
“It is a great class! Here is my poem about possibility.”