I am from limp white laces of worn-down, battered "It's time to throw these away" kind-of-shoes,

from the midmorning naps, timed with the daily occurrence of watching the evening 6 o'clock news.

I am from the forbidden neon red nail polish, the smiley-faced cereal bowels and the breezy bright blonde bangs;

Wizard of Oz fantasies, Disney Princess, and the imaginary Sailor Moon Brigade gangs.

 

I am from blacktop-scrapes; the small red knees from too many slips to count,

while wiping away sticky child tears as the crimson blood streamed on out.

I am from the tight wrap of beige bandages on the small, harmless wound of each pang of pain

with the sweet, tender parent's kiss on each area that had been roughly strained

 

I am from warm wet nights basking under the milky, silver-lined crescent moon

In the heat thicket of summer in the midst of, cracker-jack, jaded June

Buried in ankle-deep grass rich with slickly damp dirtied, brown mud

With my heart thumping steadily at each single rhythmic tiny pulse of blood

 

I am from the King of Spade's roasted pork, and the Queen of hearts auburn brandy,

from the crumpled dirtied Christmas napkins, and the flavorful green peppermint candy.

Elegant are we, sipping sparkling apple cider, along with stir-fried veggies to chew,

Gracefully wrapping the meal up with strawberry angel cake, beside Mother's classic hot steamy beef stew.

 

I am from heaven's cold showers, soaking through what others call our "blue-blood" veins,

while dancing uncaring, in sync with him, underneath the afternoon's ominous dark gray rains,

From drying off the shivering crystal droplets under a huddled rooftop, as goose bumps start to chill

And sharing a messy first kiss as all of time suddenly decides to stands still,

 

I am from the cheap 'known-by-heart' horror classics; the typical trendy adolescent fashion,

from an naturally-bound curiosity of knowledge;  and a bizarre 80's era passion.

I am from the quilt of a family unwoven and woven, patches on patches with each single stitch of life,

emotional turmoil of sadness, joy, laughter, amusement, confusion, and strife.

I am just another single family member being sewn onto the family quilt,

and when my generation is over, I'll continue to watch over, as the family is being built.