Miranda Will

Rookie (January,25,1994 / USA)

Where I am from


I am from a small close knit family,
From a place where stuffed animals are the best listeners
I am from a house where tripping over milk cans are normal
From a yard where UFF DA means S + hit

I am from blankets that keep me warm
From, a bed, where my mom and I talk
I am from a Kitchen where something is always cooking
From a plate of lasagna I home made

I am from a family who values heritage
From my grandpas lap and his stories
I am from a shoe box where pictures are kept
From a place where memories are never forgotten

I am from a neighbor hood full of trees
From a yard where trees are obstacles
I am from a back yard where my dogs run around
From a hole that they placed exactly where I would trip

I am from a spaghetti dinner shared with the neighbors
From the sweet smell of fresh cut tomatoes
I am from a porch where an old wine barrel is a table
From a bench where all my problems are solved

I am from a place where Mr. Big came
From an Uncle, though no longer there still helps me
I am from a place where Mr. Big is the best listener
From a family who cares

Submitted: Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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