Where I'm From...
I'm from the father who's a math whiz,
from the mother who deals with all the nutty stuff we say,
and from the brother who is unique in his own way.
I'm from the crafts every night,
from the little play house and Barney episodes,
from that back room which was creepy to me.
I'm from the little kitten I brought home from the neighbors,
and from the dogs I got a few years later.
I'm from when we moved and got a new place.
I'm from under the deck and where I played,
from the summers with the windows open,
and from the one with no screen.
I'm from the cousins I used to fight with,
and the uncle that wasn't too old.
I'm from the tears when those purple butterflies died,
from those tootsie-pop and napkin ghost,
and I'm from the Halloween that isn't fun anymore.
I'm from the day we moved again to the trees and leaves.
I'm from the four wheelers and the dirt bikes and the marshmallow roast,
from th six little new additions and from the one we took in who had four of her own.
I'm from the misguided friends,
from the memory of McDonald's and fish.
I'm from the crazy family drama and the crazy Christmas dinners.
I'm from those memories,
from the three houses I grew up in and the many more to come.
I'm the little leaf taking strength from those who love me.
YOU ARE READING
Where I'm From...
PoetryThis is just a poem that I had to write for school so I decided to put it up on here. I hope you like it. Some things you might not understand because they are personal but if its good vote for it please!
