Mud Is My Mother

Mud is my mother

Earth is my father

The weight of their love

forms me

I grow from

weak specks of sediment

Grinding, grueling

Painful, pressure

Smidgens of silt and soil

merge into one

as I become sedimentary

No longer do I flow through the water

Now I am still

How I long to be metamorphic

Like a colorful butterfly

Changing, evolving

Never stagnant, never stale

How I yearn to be igneous

Flowing freely from fire

Born from ashes

My only hope

is that with time

I will weather

and erode

and return

to the earth

as sediment

And take my journey again

To form a new

me

Written by Katie Coppens 2016

Middle School Science and Language Arts Teacher from Freeport, Maine

Creative Writing in Science

National Science Teacher Association

Arlington, Virginia