I Am From

I am from leotards,

from GK and Adidas.

I am from flips,

from vault, bars, beam, and floor.

Hours of training, the good and the bad,

all put in for the love of the sport. 

I am from the backyard hill, dirty and green, 

I always loved the smell of fresh cut grass.

I am from the tomato plants

that we nutured all summer, 

from the honey suckle where I sat for hours.

I am from blue eyes and last minute Christmas decorations, 

put up just the night before.

I am from Bloomington and a long lost Indian tribe,

from pancakes and french toast on cozy Sunday mornings.

I am from the plane rides my dad and I would take,

soaring amongst the clouds.

I am from pictures boxed up, covered in dust,

still hiding away in the closet. 

Pictures from past birthdays and sleepovers with friends.

Pictures from childhood times that have been forgotten.

I look at them sometimes,

so I will never forget where I have come from.