Where I Am From

November 22, 2019

I am from wool sweaters,

from sibling bonding and cousin love.

I am from sitting on my grandma's deck

(Laughing, talking

and eating).

I am from the shamrock

the Irish culture

from where we get the pale skin with freckles,

and hazel eyes and brown hair.

I am from the lake and city

from my mom and dad.

I'm from mini thanksgiving dinners

and the simple spaghetti meals,

from "You can do it!" to "Don't do that!"

I'm from the Southside Irish parade

with a green beaded necklace

and a cabbie cap.

I'm from John Denver's music,

'Take Me Home Country Road'.

From the passing of our grandpa

taken to cancer,

the same way for our old dog.

I am from our cottage in Michigan,

filled with thousands of memories,

a pontoon floating near,

sail boats drifting away.

I am from these memories--

always in my head --

impossible without the family tree.

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