Where I'm From

I am from magnolia trees and calloused hands

a lively creek and wooden bridge

tiny, worn shoes on every street

friendships tightly intertwined

I am from the park behind the walking path

the swing that threw me toward the sky

the fuzy paws and glowing eyes

the walks that stretch for hours

I am from the birds that tell me of their day

gazing at the moon and starts

running-dancing in the rain

making snowmen in the yard

I am from my father's absence 

scary movies and covered eyes

finding my own entertainment

writing and singing, singing songs

I am from my mother's love that shaped my spirit

my family's hugs that hold me dear

story-filled and lazy mornings

the little brick house that I call home