Monday, September 17, 2007

I am from

I am from a huge oak tree with green leaves
I am from wooden swing-sets and tire swings
I am from new bikes on birthdays
I am from short nights followed by long days

I am from apple fight that end with cries for mercy
I am from smores, with generic chocolate not Hershey
I am from tattered clothes that don’t last a week
I am from playing tag in-between the laundry sheets

I am from small fights that are made up with forced hugs
I am from fly swatters used to kill every form of bugs
I am from let’s share, to no let’s not
I am from “move your feet lose your seat” to keep my spot

I am from long nights at the table because I would not eat my food,
I am from “no one goes outside, until you clean your room!”

I am from dirt between my toes
I am from insect repellant sprayed up my nose.
I am from sorrow when the sun goes down
I am from lonely nights when my siblings are not around.

I am from old cars that seem brand new
I am from the “bunny method” taught to tie my shoe
I am from family pictures that last so long
I am from a beautiful family that keeps me strong.

1 comment:

Ashley Wallace said...

I really like your poem and it reminds me of when I was growing up, especially the part about long nights at the table.