I Am…Meghan
Zengel
I am...
A sister, the
teacher, the playmate, the best friend, the enemy, and the sympathizer
A daughter, laughing
with my dad at private jokes, and getting overly emotional at soap operas with
my mom during lunch
A rust-colored
cairn-terrier, yelping with joy as the opening of the garage door announces
somebody’s arrival, soundly sleeping on the top of the couch like a cat,
begging for the smallest piece of white-cheddar popcorn, and laying by my feet
to motivate me through my homework
A granddaughter
to many, love surrounding me from all sides, and signed texts and letters
coming on special occasions
I am…
Old, tattered
jeans and tennis t-shirts, sneakers patted down with mud and grime
Gray-blue eyes, and
wavy brown hair always turned up in a ponytail
A crazed fan of
the Doctor, the world’s only consulting detective, and the six best friends
frequently found in Central Perk
Grandma’s warm
diaper rolls and pumpkin pie
A passport with
too many blank pages, and a desire to travel the world
A player piano,
passed down four generations, to finally meet my eager, childlike fingers when
I was eight
Soft pages of a
new book, begging to be read
Listening to Ed
Sheeran or Fall Out Boy in the mornings while swiftly preparing for school, the
music to play in my head the rest of the day
A cocoon,
trapped in the warmth of five heavy blankets, and dreading the moment that my
alarm screams the beginning a brand new day
Playing with a
chipped tennis racket, the previously white grip a dark gray with sweat, and
the tough black strings fraying to a white fuzz
A house filled
with love, smiles and laughs filling the air, and volunteers methodically
scrubbing and sweeping away until there is not one speck of dust
Open car windows,
wind plastering my hair to the seat, Ray Bans crookedly in place on face, and a
personal concert of the music of my choice
This is lovely, Meghan. I totally relate to your lines about being cozy in bed and "dreading the moment that my alarm screams the beginning a brand new day." I can tell your volunteer work and time on the tennis team have brought you lots of fun and satisfaction and fulfillment. And your home sounds like a wonderful place to be, with jokes and yummy food and music and love, love, love. Don't you feel lucky? Thanks for sharing this, Meghan!
ReplyDeleteHi Meghan!
ReplyDeleteYou have such a warm, open way of writing. I loved the line, "A daughter, laughing with my dad at private jokes, and getting overly emotional at soap operas with my mom during lunch" because I've always been so close to my parents. It takes courage to be able to open yourself up like this. I was so impressed, really.
You're beautiful,
Taylor
I loved how you talked about private jokes between you and your dad! My dad and I used to the same thing!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Meghan!
ReplyDeleteI loved the picture you put with this. Did you take it? I also would love to travel the world!
Hi, Meghan! I loved your poem! I can relate to you when you talked about being a passport with too many blank pages. I too have a desire to travel the world, or at least to Ireland. I think it is really cool how you can play tennis! A lot of my friends do, but I can't, even when I try. Also, I am the same in the morning. I am pretty sure I hit snooze more than just a couple of times. I can't wait to read more of you'r work Meghan!
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