“Where I’m From” Poem
I’m from a house of computers, from desktops to laptops.
I’m from tan colored siding (which comes to an end by the red bricks at the bottom of the house) .
I’m from the blossoms which bloom from the pear tree (which has branches that spring from its trunk) .
I’m from Christmas movie watching and blue eyes from Jennifer and Michael.
I’m from the library that never ends with books to read and a house filled with collectibles of all sizes.
From “A squirrel stole my glasses” and “How’s your boyfriend”.
I’m from early wake-ups on Sunday for church (and Stepping Stones afterschool on Wednesdays) .
I’m from Maryland, Germany, and many more countries in Europe.
From the great grandfather that killed cats, the Mamaw who makes the most extraordinary apple pies.
I’m from hanging pictures on the wall and shoe boxes full with memories from the past.
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