Claire Lloyd
I am a turtle
I have a little shell and I carry it
Everywhere I go
In my shell I have happiness
Sacrifice
Warm meals
Soft smiles
Fleeting tastes of homemade rice
Murky memories
Childhood fights
Scraped knees and broken kites
I add to my shell
As I go from here to there
The lockers of my school
The laughter of old friends
No matter where I go
I hold my home in my turtle shell.