I’m sharing another poem from my book, Free to Roam: Poems from a Heathen Mommy.
I miss the nights
when lightning bugs speckled the endless horizon
and my eyes bathed in the indigo sky.
My favorite color has always been
newly sprouted winter wheat—
An affirmation of new beginnings.
I loved waking up after a snowstorm
and alone in the silence of the barren landscape.
From the delicate irises of spring
to the golden blazes of September
every bug in Henry County fluttered its way into our little house.
Dark nights of thunder and wind
made my heart pound to pieces
and spark a fascination with the dangers of the heartland.
Growing up in the country
was a crimson struggle of wits and tears
but I will always cherish the beauty of my childhood home.
This poem is so very true. I often write about back home being conservative and a difficult place to grow up, but it is also a beautiful area where I had a lot of fun and great memories with my family and friends. I was happy to move to the city. However, there are things I will always miss. Through the good, bad, and ugly it will always be my home.
My poetry book gives an atheist perspective on being a Midwest Mom. It is for sale on my publisher’s site freethoughthouse.com, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon. (Signed copies are available at freethoughthouse.com.)