Where I Am From

I’m from diligence Nights of practicing Until my fingers are sore I’m from “You can do better” Though perfection is never achieved That is the ultimate goal I’m from moist double chocolate cake Homemade with my mother’s love Four times a year this joy is shared Each year the amount of candles grew The singing got better With the added “Scooby Scooby Do’s” and “Cha cha cha’s” From the plastic birthday girl tiara to a real one The same person blew out the candles Though it did not seem so I’m from the oddly color pink room Shared between Josey and me We played Laughed Cried And yelled here Always together The sound of the bin full of Barbies always in sight Our squeaky voices filled the room Overlapping each other Always trying to get the last word I’m from leave me alone Go away The once best friend Now my foe I’m from the bristly fake Christmas tree Decorated with Santa Clauses in every corner My nonna’s beautiful ornaments All glistening in the light My once pocket-sized hands too small to hold them Now proudly put them on the green branch The fuss made over who will put the angel Now easily decided All without the screaming Whining Children I’m from parties at the Godparents’ house Always blasting salsa music The room filled with spices Peruvian food brewing constantly The laughs exploding as my Godfather told his jokes Though I could not understand them I laughed too Now the house is not as lively The music no longer blasting My Godfather now gone