A Pencil and Some Paper

I Am

I am from the pages of a book,

from the magnifecent world of Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings.

I am from the comfortable and traditional creaking house,

cozy, petitie, with icy tile under my bare feet.  

I am from the thornbushes and soft pink roses,  

sometimes snappy and other times sweet.            

I am from the Colorado-goers and the get-it-done-ers,

from my sweet old Mimi to the loving Bobby.    

I am from the late night movies and the early dinners,  

from 'there's no monster under your bed' and 'I love you oh so much.'

I am from a simple cross,

dedicated to the man who spilled his innocent blood.                                      

I'm from Texas, from artistic minds,  

flavorful mashed potatoes and homemade spaghetti.                    

From the jewelry box of my long-gone disabled Gran,  

and my Aunt's first baby that will soon be born, life seeping into the tiny lungs.

I am from pictures scattered on dusty shelves,

full of old school photos and family portraits.  

                                                                          

I am from this nest, a small bird learning to fly.

And soon

I'll fly

Away.