Petrichor || Somber Poems

Where I am From

☆Hi! its been a while since I have posted so I desided to share a poem I made a while ago for a school project on memories from your childhood and write a poem from it. This is also inspired by my fear of forgetting the memories of my childhood. So without further adoo enjoy reading Where I am From.☆

Where I am From
By: Asteria

I am from Coathangers,
from Pine Sol, Black Cherry air freshener,
and vacuum cleaners
I am from Wissy Foo,
Swing set jumping,
and sandbox castles,
I am from the great Oak and ash, whose leaves turn red, yellow, and orange around my birthday,
the proud Tiger Lillies and small buttercups that sprout every spring,
and iced sweet tea when I wake.

I am from the petrichor before the calm peaceful rain,
from the rosettes,
and potatoes and sausage all fresh and made from love,
I am from the Happy neewollaH's,
the 'Love You,'s and, 'Goodnight's,
from the 'Sweet Home Alabama' sing-alongs,
the endless nights spent awake on my bed reading,
and the clumpy feel of mascara on my lashes.

I am from the tears shed from a sad song,
Car rides on back roads,
and Children Mercy doctors,
From "I can hear the sound of rain in my heart, of the tears that I hide,"
the "Over and over I keep going over the world we knew,"
and countless other lyrics that I remember like the back of my own hand,
I am from 'You Are My Sunshine'
the sound of tumbling mats,
as they rumble from the feet hitting them,
from the banana Laffy Taffy popsicles
that my great-grandma helped me sneak,
the sweet taste of butterscotch,
and iced sweet tea.

I am from my mother's flowery perfumes,
the sweet earthy smell of dirt,
From the glow of the fairy lights in my secret hideaway,
That was not quite a secret,
I am from the hammocks
that I lay in under the stars
on the cool nights of fall
I am from these memories-
Dulling as they leave.