P2 Poem Pastiches. by Stephanie Faucette

Then as I grew older she had to put me in the real world / at first it was scary / but now I am thriving on my own.

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at first it was scary,

but now I am thriving on my own.

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As a child, I imagined

I was a bee, I flew, and landed, some seconds,

looked at everything around me,

listened to the breeze, then flew back

into the air--I imagined the moment I

took off, and I entered the corrected

curve of my departure.

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I'll come home to the same apartment, the same couch, the

same mother, but a grown-up version of me.

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Although I am not fed and rocked any longer,/ I cherish that love continuously given to me, / for it has made me who I am today.

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"I will see the warmth of her old, / well-loved skin, her smile lines deep in her face."

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My eyes wander to the stairs in which I first scraped my knee, where my mother held me to her heart and hummed a bluebells song to coerce me into pacification.

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"When I come back, from college, I will see / the skin of her upper arms, warm, / old, wrinkly."

Now, I don’t need the nurturing love like that anymore, I already received it and am on my own. I will travel through the high and praised, I will conversate with my mother, and then at night when I am fast asleep, my mother will glorify to have me back into my childhood room again, behind the same door as all my memories are in

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"When I come back from college, I will see

The smile lines of her face, happy,

Joyful, worn down."

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"I remember the moments my mother / compared me to those birds, free and wild and fleeting."

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I will sleep in this apartment, exhausted from my travels, sprawled out, like a starfish.

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Those nights, I was fed to sleep,

month after month, the seasons changing,

and leaves falling, and snow coming down

in a slow blur, around our world.

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"But now that I am much older, I do not need my mother's love as I once did, my mother showed me the love I needed, and now that I am on my own, I carry her love with me everywhere."

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I will sleep in this apartment, /

the one where I grew, my sleep like a child again, unworried, comfortable, like a soul in a body.

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She remembers the moment

the arc of her toss swerved, and we entered

the just curve of our going.

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I'll be laying in my bed,

pondering on the fact that

nobody has, or ever will, love me like she does.

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"I can't help but feel she's done the same for me".

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"I will walk in, and she will start glowing, and we will / talk, and then, when she's falls asleep, I'll rejoice to be /

under the same roof again, behind my door!"

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"in a quick blur, around our planet. /I've had that love, but I still need her."

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"Now, I have experienced love. I will walk in brand new,"

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"within her. Those nights, I would cry and she would feed me

To sleep, week after week, the moon rising, and setting,"

Miraculous creatures dwell within Miraculous creatures dwell within our world each and every day. I built each castle to my own liking, creating each of them differently and uniquely from each other. Like how in my life, my own mother shaped my life to be like hers, setting me up for my grand departure.

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Izzy f.

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I came into her life, blessing her, after him, but she is my best gift.

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All that / I can do is pray that she still rejoices in my presence, that / this scene I create in my head will soon become a reality. / That maybe, at this very moment, she is crafting a scene / just like it.