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!