I am from
I am from the light blue house on Dakar Road West,
Where the smell of fall candles filled the air
all year ‘round.
I am from whoopie pies and puppy chow.
Hearing “Let’s go bucks!”
Starting every saturday morning when the leaves turned golden.
I am from the 2006 Hyundai Sonata
That later became mine when I turned 16.
I am from the blaring of Red Hot Chili Peppers
And Jim Morrison,
Being the kid with the oldest music taste in school.
I am from the town of Westerville
While spending every weekend in Sydney.
Going to the Spot to get the “Mamaw Polly” special :
Old Fashioned Cream Pie
I am from the two of us.
Josh and I.
That soon turned to the three of us.
Josh, Holly, and I.
When the family began to expand from there.
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