I am From

I am from the fourth house on the loop,

The one that had chalk drawings on the driveway,

And where tetherball tournaments took place.

I am from the hill behind that house,

The one we would all roll down until the bottom,

And where we would try to sled down it.

I am from the day I never want to relive,

The one I moved away from that house,

And where I sat in my room sobbing.

I am from a tiny woman,

Whose heart is bigger than she is.

I am from a tall man,

Who has never let me feel small.

I am from a loving brother,

Who has never stopped caring for me.

I am from a broken family,

Whose always made me feel whole.

I am from the big tree that I watched grow tall,

The one that I would read against or try to climb,

But when it came down I almost cried.

I am from the hiding place in the loft,

The one I would sit in when wanting to ease drop,

Or cry in when I wanted to be alone.

I am from the day I held my mom crying,

The one my dad admitted to no longer loving her,

And when I knew my life was about to change.

I am from a kingdom of webkinz,

With me being the queen.

I am from barbie dolls and polly pockets,

Their clothes covering the floor more than my own..

I am from the days of crying over small clothes,

With me craving to look like my friends.

I am from the awkward bra fitting rooms,

Their hooks not leaving the walls.

I am from the objects around me,

That showed me who I love,

And what to avoid.

I am from the people around me,

Who have made me who I am,

But still manage to change me everyday.

I am from the days I grew tall,

Whether that be emotionally or physically,

That made me the grown up I am today.