I am from broken cups and dirty clothes on bedroom floors.
I am from mud puddles and bicycles races down green hills.
I am from tall oak trees and pine needles filled with laughter.
I am from brothers and sisters fights that never ends as a disaster.
I am from a parents yell,”Act your age.” when I am under that spell.
I am from fried potatoes and sweet tea.
I am from silly games and faces.
I am from the keepsakes that lay in closets.
I am from these places.I am from these memories.
I am from the love that is shared from all these things.
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Poetry
PoetryThese poems consist of small short stories and a little about myself. So yeah. They tell of creatures,trees,and far away places. And a lot more.