Where I'm From

I am from cookie trays, from soaked cloths and constantly unorganized beds. I am from endless grey bricks and a delightful sunflower that I would smell every day. I am from running in the park and eating a plate of food il never finish. I am from Alex and Amber. I am from sharing everything and laughing over things that don’t matter. I am from, “Dinner” and singing happy birthday. I am from homemade tacos and the home of sending a cold chill down your spine. I am from the smooth spicy satisfaction of hot perogies. I am from running and slipping down a hill during winter. From falling in the snow And from the chest filled to the brim with photos of people who inspire me.