Imitative Poem: Where I'm From

I’m from a quiet neighborhood, where the cool breeze is the loudest sound I hear. I’m from feeling the warmth of the sun, soaking into my skin. I’m from the sand in between my toes, and that misty salt-water air, cooling down all around me. I’m from the trees blocking the hot summer’s son, creating a nice shady area.

 

I’m from everything happens for a reason, what doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger. I’m from pain is weakness leaving the body, the suffering I go through is there to help me grow and become stronger. I’m from my mother’s amorous, gentile smile, which always brightens my entire day. I’m from my dad’s mocking laugh that I can’t help but laugh along with him. I’m from my parents loving souls, whose care and love is put in everything they do, to help and support me, and do what’s best for me. I’m from the qualities and similarities of my best friend and me, the only support system I have, she is my crutch that helps me stay balanced, when I fall, and get hurt, she is always there. I’m from where we don’t say goodbye, because those aren’t the words I want to hear.

 

I'm from the weekly whatever nights, when it wasn’t an organized dinner, rather just TV. Dinners. I’m from the best Mexican food, that isn’t in Mexico, the real Mexican authentic taste. I’m from my mother’s cooking on the stove, while my father barbeques. I’m from where my dad’s chicken is the best chicken in the world, and my mom’s taco stuff is the family’s favorite. I’m from waking up on Sunday, to the smells of the sizzling special breakfasts, made from my dad’s love and care. I’m from baking treats with my little sister, while her precious heart is adding so much compassion to the recipes. I’m from the special built tall kitchen counter tops, that even in my older age, I still need to stand on my tippy toes to reach over and see. I’m from the memories from the parties to the special events that all took place, in that kitchen.

 

I’m from sitting in the church pews, growing up with some of the best people I know. I’m from that watery grave, being immersed into the cold chilling water, to being brought back up to hearing a loud “AMEN!” I’m from God sending his only son to die on the cross for my sins, in Him I find life. I’m from the special family, I call my church family, the ones who will never forget me, and love me to the fullest. I’m from making my own religious choices, living life for myself, and making the right choices. I’m from close to the ocean, in sunny California, what did I do to deserve leaving home?