Heather Awad
Scars
I'm up to my knees in memories.
Childhood is such a natural
place for the mind to go.
Days when hands are deep
in mud pies, callouses on our
palms from climbing tree bark.
But a glass spray bottle shatters
gashes my shin, blood rushes out.
Dad patches it up, like his days in
Korea as an army medic.
The wound heals but the scar
on my shin always reminds me
how mom was concerned about
dinner reservations while dad
pressed on to stop the bleeding.
Bio
I have been writing poetry many years but have recently become very engaged. I was previously published as Poem of the week on the Oz Poetic Society's website, as well as appearing as Poet of the Weak on The Poetry Superhighway. My work was also in the Journey of the Heart Collection on Women's' Spiritual Poetry website and I will be a contributing poet to their newest anthology, Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry. I have appeared in The Shot Glass Journal, and in the Fall 2014 Poetry Quarterly. I have a 13-year old daughter, I am finishing my Bachelor's Degree, and I work in local government agency. Some things in my life seem to come and go, but poetry has planted itself inside me, and its roots have spread far and wide.