I Am Of

Erikka Custis

I am of my mother’s heart.
Of her compassion
and empathy.

I am of my father’s temperament.
Unwilling to let go of a wrong
I carry it on my shoulders,
on my chest.

I am of my grandfather’s soul.
Swiftly chilling in the corner
with a good book
and a smooth melody wafting in the background like
coffee in the morning.

I am of my grandmother’s voice.
Un-shy with my words
I seek for knowledge in the phrases I put together.

I am.

I am of the people,
who have colored my life in myriad ways,
Coming and going
like the changing tides,
like the changing winds.

I am.