First Poem

Hey yo, I realized I never actually put this up here. For those of you who don't know, I wrote this poem for the National League of American Pen Women's 55th annual poetry contest. With it, I won first place in my category (High school), which garnered me publication in the Post Standard, a bookmark, a certificate, and a $50 savings bond (currently worth $25). I wrote it near the end of the year while I was cleaning my room. (Some of you have actually seen said blanket)
Enjoy!


Packing Childhood

I knew not until I left, how difficult it would be
To live apart, out on my own.
The only thing that remains is (memories)
A tousled, musty orange, forlorn
Blanket hung upon my bedpost and fallen to the floor.
It shivered slightly in the breeze from the open door,
Waving, beckoning me back to childhood (wear it as a cape,
Build a fort, forget your chores, create a magic trick).
I take it and, folding, clutch it tight.
(The receiving Christmas, the first tear, stitch, and mend)
Still feeling her warm embrace, the scent of jasmine and sage,
(The smile upon her face during the summer dates)
With these, I am not alone.
I inhale, and am home.