Poetry: Reader Submissions
ORIGINS*BY Ellen Birkett MorrisDaughter of Elizabeth,her child of laughterand fear,who arrived early andsmalland survived.Child of cerebral palsy,shortened muscles,poor balance, still I walk. Offspring of a writer, whose countless hoursand quiet dreams yielded anoveland passed word loveto me. I am from the generations before me,drinkers, dreamers,farmers, thieves. Gone now,remembered in mygenes.*In 2006, this poem ran in Mindprints: A Literary Journal and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize, an American literary prize honoring the best poetry, short fiction and essays published in the small presses.