By Juliet Crocker
I Am From
I am from homemade play-dough,
from strings and beads.
I am from freshly baked bread and music filling the walls.
I am from the front-yard tree that whose soil grasped the smooth hands of my mother and stepfather.
I am from bedtime stories and undiscovered worlds,
from Newfoundland and farming grandparents,
and from weird and weirder,
from unconditional love.
I am from Christmas music while decorating the tree,
from Jigs dinner and garden veggies,
from feeding 1500 chickens,
and from quilting with a loved one.
Butterflies in a field.
I am from the moments of beauty that are woven into me with passing time.
I Am From
I am from swing sets that sway.
I am from sitting on the porch watching the lightning strike.
I am from birds chirping and cars humming.
I am from bike rides to the sandy beach.
I am from big fluffy dogs with heart shaped noses.
I am from green grass and blossoming flowers.
I am from the busiest city.
I am from tall highrises.
I am from a busy household with doors slamming,tv loud,phones ringing, and sisters screaming.
I am from bouncy trampolines and galloping horses.
I am from the Mediterranean with the sea breeze,fresh light crispy pastries ,and warm weather.
I am from my dad’s sweet and savory pecan pie.
I am from my mom’s hugs that can solve any problem.
I am from laughing all night with friends until we can’t breath.
I am from island music with sweet mangos and starfruits.