I am from...

I am from a street where construction workers bang, bump and rumble their vehicles, Where the baby trees’ leaves are blowing across the road, Getting in the way of the puck and stick sliding on the rigid road aiming for the goal. I am from the house where the TV is constantly blasting loud screaming noises, With a side of pots and pans clanging together in the kitchen, Some days it’ll be quiet though my sister will be out learning while i'm at home feeling as awful as ever. I am from my mom typing on her computer for work, And my dad leaving in the middle of us eating for a firecall. I am from the place where my loving family lives, Here they are helpful and nice, They make everyone feel comfortable enough to just be themselves. I am from home.