Ann Kelly
Where I’m From #13
By Ann Kathryn Kelly
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from an Irish Clan’s love,
strong as bedrock, deep as ocean,
the baby in the family almost taken,
decades after baby fat grew lean.
(A bleeding brain tumor, caught before bedrock could crumble.)
I am from a surgeon’s scalpel,
my Superman in a cape of blue scrubs,
who outran, outflew, outwitted
red kryptonite inside me.
I am from dusty dirt roads,
a crooked red barn wearing a rust-streaked tin hat.
A tidy white Cape Cod house
on a remote, windswept hill.
The “City of Brotherly Love” in my veins
left behind at age eight…
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