I’m not from the king
Of Rock ‘n roll or otherwise
But I am from a castle
Maidens, dragons, noble steeds
From the fantasy of my current book
I’m not from the cut-down cherry tree
Or the Gettysburg Address
But I am from my house,
My little blue haven
At the end of Maple Leaf Drive
I’m not from Von Bismarck
And certainly not Napoleon,
But I am from my own personal war,
The general in a fight
Against a mix of emotions
I’m not from Wal-Mart
K-Mart or Target
But I am from my mom’s little Shoppe
Full of flowers, pastels,
Linens and knick-knacks
I’m not from McDonalds
KFC or Wendy’s
But I am from Papa’s home cooking,
Whether it be pot-roast stew
Or cornbread pudding
I’m not from anything large,
Anything famous or praised,
But I am from the small things
Which make me
Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a humble poem, showing appreciation of the real things in life. I thoroughly enjoyed this, Bailey. Love, Fran xx