Brightly Colored Flowers and Overflowing Bookshelves

I am from brightly colored flowers, and a warm, tattered blue blanket,
from fuzzy, brown bear and homemade mother's day gifts.
I am from tall, proud trees,
from dark green needles, rough bark, sticky sap, and reading on nice sunny days.
I am from overflowing bookshelves,
from tall to short, fat to thin, old to new, fantasy to mystery.

I am from Sweet Tomatoes, messy and soggy tortas ahogadas,
from tacos de lengua, Christmas, and salty homemade french fries.
I am from Tia Letty, Okasan, Onii-san, Fabrizio, who's paintings come to life, who always gives advice.
I am from "No te compliques la existencia," and "Cochina,"
from birthday lunches.

I am from Little Man, who always makes you smile,
from Christmas gift exchanges.
I am from youth group,
from playing games and making friends.
I am from watching movies and washing dishes,
from hot, soapy water washing away today's lunch.

Carefully put into a box,
but roughly transported to the new location.
Promises to be seen and cared for again,
never kept.
In the back of a dark closet,
neglected and mistreated, but missed.