I am from...
I am from a house hiding from others,
trees helping to hide it ,coyotes singing,
gravel flying after dad’s truck drives by.
Gun shots in the summer, aiming for cans.
I am from the house with 2 floors,
with painted walls,still smelling from years ago.
Every day,cracking away.
Brother and sister play fighting everyday until he tumbled away to another house.
I am from a trash filled house with loud guitar filling the air.
The beautiful aroma of cheesy mac n’ cheese.
Snow melting a wet trail after dad walks in for a hard day of work.
I am from jam sessions with my brother
with mom yelling at us to come to dinner.
Dad’s aroma of metal from the work shop.
The taste of food that I don't like.
Cuddles with mom every night before bed,
And the sound of the annoying alarm clock every day before school.
This is home