I am from lampshades,
From Duct Tape and Store-it-all boxes.
I am from the ever-changing home.
(Old, new,
but all the same.)
I am from the daisy's,
The weeping willows
whose limbs embraced
a small child.
I'm from sprinkler days and trying eyes,
from Sylvia and Dean.
I'm from the laugh-to-easy's and,
cry-too-hard's.
From "your too young to know" 's and,
"You'll never understand" 's.
I'm from pray every night,
although I never did.
I'm from a big city and a village across the seas,
peanut butter and animal crackers
From the Newspaper work of my Grandfather,
who I never knew.
the only tear my Grandmother cried.
Up high on a shelf,
dusty and wanted to be forgotten
memories fade away just like the time;
I am from these moments-
torn away at the stem-
Leaf- trampled beneath the family tree.
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Submission Name: Where I'm From
