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.