Last Names by Madison Cossaboom (Delaware, 17)

​Long nights, I spend dreaming of a river
Winding between wooded plains and forgotten prairies
Softly breaking to caress sunkissed grass
Walls which shelter the aspiring ants
I dream of the tulip fields claimed by the sun
Serving as paint on the planet’s canvas
A landscape soon to be perpetual

​In the memories of another
I dream of the places
Only my last name has touched
The ground only to be walked upon
By the feet of my ancestors
Digging their toes into mother nature’s soil
Forever enamored to restful lands
I dream to be home
The place native to my body and flesh
Where my last name grew and flourished
With spirit only legend tells about.





​Madison Cossaboom is a poet, writer, and tea-enthusiast from the United States. Albeit writing third-person biographical statements is not her forte, she has been published in the TeenInk Literary Magazine, The Trailblazer Review, and more. When she is not writing, she is probably sipping on tea while enjoying the rather noisy company of her cat. She can be found on Twitter @floweringmac.