Where I'm From

 I am from art,

From crayons, paintbrushes and easels.

(Colorful, bright, feels like wax.)

I am from moving to the beat of the music at a rhythmic pace

as the melody fills the room.

I am from zip lining over The Alamo,

to The House of Blues where my throat swelled closed.

I’m from Shantale and Thomas always saying

“You know better!”

I’m from the Tabernacle of Faith, the Old Testament memorized.

I’m from Six Flags and the Silver Arch.

From dry humor and being sarcastic, to Ben and Bessy.

From the pink ribbon of doom to the dirt deep down.

I’m from a city where it’s cold and the great lakes meet,

to the tall yellow Driller man,

to the war my father fought in for our freedom.

I am from the memories and experiences packed into the

many boxes that are in the attic.

All the lovely faces that I can barely remember from back then.

I am from “The good times” that drifted away over the years as I got older.

But most of all I am from those moments that made me who I am today.