Where Am I From? Poem by Samantha McKinnon

Where Am I From?

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I am from heartache and love,
from PopCap games and mood swings.
From that big blue house filled with sins,
that once housed a living nightmare.
I am from the Rhubarb in the front yard,
I come from being rescued.

I am from the Carnations my dad buys my mom every year,
to show how much she means to us.
I am from weird, loud people who laugh too long.
From Bertha, but more from my rescuer.
From the McKinnons, Labreques, as well as the Jones'.

I am from "Nothing can possibly be that funny! " and "Don't let it bother you."
From not knowing what to believe, and therefore choosing not to believe at all.
I'm from Rumford, homemade Chex Mix, and Life Savers.
From the time my Aunt and Uncle saved us, the court room we went to, and the older sister that has changed and drifted away so much.

I am from the cedar chest full of pictures
taken so long ago.
They never fade,
just like a fond memory.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: adoption,family,roots
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Another poem about my adoption, and myself.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 24 July 2017

I am from the cedar chest full of pictures taken so long ago. They never fade, just like a fond memory. very fine and painful cogitations of the past, , , , , , , , , of all that a child would desire and then lost and did not have...... now sitting and thinking about the past... such people with such experiences become poets and writers....... writing has a catharsic effect..... write, write, write until you become really happy and present to the world a new hopeful future in real faith in God.......... thank you dear poetess.. tony

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Jeremy Horsford 06 October 2015

This sounds as though it is the beginning of a happy ending. Beautiful poem.

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Samantha Mckinnon 07 October 2015

Thank you so much. The feedback means a lot. :)

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