I am from ice cold baths,

    bathing suit days and sweater nights.

I am from dusty, cobweb hide-and-seek

    iron stalls and itchy hay rash.

I am from homemade chicken noodle soup

and crisp buttery biscuits.

From dancing in the calming rain,

    to plump golden brown marshmallows.

I’m from the scrumptious smell of burning wood.

I’m from tiring bike rides,

    to relaxing pool sides.

I’m from sweet chocolate

    and even sweeter kisses.

From clanking worn out muck boots,

    to shimmering metallic high heels.

I’m from the  do as I say not as I do

    and the ‘Cause I say so!

I’m from the I love you baby girl

    to the GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!

From the fresh cut grass,

    the ice cold white flying snowballs.

I’m from the crashing and crackling of leaves

    against our bodies.

The unsafe dives into polar cold water.

I’m from the gooey face masks,

    to the midnight snacks.

I’m from competitive sports,

    to even more competitive siblings.

I’m from the treat them as you want to be treated

    to the treat them how they treat you.

I’m from the I miss you text

    to the ignored messages.

I’m from the joyful smiles all day,

    to crying myself to sleep.

From hiding my true feelings,

    to pretending everything is fine.

From the depressing waives goodbye,

    to the joyful hugs hello.

I am from a broken home,

    barely stitched back together.

I am from a metal bond formed only by sisters,

    one that cannot be broken.

From broken glass and unbearable laughs,

    hidden boxes scattered around the room.

I’m from lust to love,

    from fight for or fight against.

I’m from a big apple tree,

    a miniscule apple,

        fallen far from the tree.