Where I'm From Poem by Jeremy Willson

I am from gold chains
From Folger's and chocolate chip cookies in the morning
I am from the first house on the left "Old and spooky"
(Wide and tall, magnificent yet eerie in sight)
I am from the pretty red roses
The palm tree in our front yard
(Large and droopy)
I am from Mother's Day the day before
From my brother James, and
My sister Jessica there to help celebrate
I'm from shouting over everyone to get their attention
(My ears going deaf for a moment from the loud thumping of my eardrums)
From the "Do good in school's" to the "Te amo's"
I'm from the get up every Sunday morning to get to church on time
(The preaching and the knowledge of the one who cares for me and why)
I am from Ruskin my home, my one true love
The smell of Tamales and Tortillas for lunch
From the time my dad rode a moped into an ant pile the size of Texas,
To the days when my mom would go to school in Mexico
From the picture books in my father's room that captured all the love, and scarlet tears
I am from those moments frozen in time never to be forgotten