I am from pony tails and tangled curls,
From detangle spray and broken brushes.
I am from my only home, N. Glendale dr.
Four houses from the dead end.
I am from the big dipper, evening walks, and bike rides.
From side walk chalk and hula hoops,
I am from the gravel drive way,
The rocks poke my bare feet like needles.
I am from education,
From good grades and high achievements.
I am from speed tests, stars,
Spelling words and Spanish homework.
I am from baby blue walls, dolphins,
Little bear and yellow blanket.
From my door cracked just an inch,
The glow from the hall a moon.
I am from the fresh sent of laundry, candles, and vanilla.
From Daddy’s cooking on his rare days off.
I am from the cool crisp air that flows through the open windows,
From Mommy’s warm gentle hugs.
I am from “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” And “Girls, find something to do!”
From “Jillian Rose!” and “1, 2, 3!”
I am from “It’s o.k. to cry” and “Sweet dreams”.
From “Do you want fries with that?” and “Holy Cow!”
I am from Go Fish, Winnie the Pooh, and You Are My Sunshine.
From spinning in circles in the living room
With Amanda till our hands SMACK!
I am from painting on a single paper for hours,
From spending time with my dog Sienna, my best friend,
Until a tumor took her away.
I am from bucket loads of prayer, and church on Sunday mornings,
From Primetime, valuable lessons, and doughnuts after service.
I am from believing in what I can’t see, faith,
From never letting go of my dreams, hope.
I am from memories, good and bad,
From thick photo albums that I enjoy looking through.
I am from a long branch off my family tree,
From a dream to make that tree even greater.