Where I'm From
WHERE I’M FROM
I am from sports
From baseball bats and basketballs
From long summer weekends at the ball field
I am from hot summer days jumping on the trampoline in the backyard
And the two furry cats meowing down the hall
From the smell of evergreen trees and fresh squash in the back garden
I’m from a pickle in the Christmas tree and Saturday night movies
From John and Lois
I’m from board games and running the bases after Geezer games
I’m from Wii Bowling and My Little Pony
From every little thing being a competition
And dad telling me “There’s no crying in baseball”
I’m from ‘ripping’ gifts at brother Jim’s house
And always crying after
I’m from Middletown and Atlantic City
From Shepherd’s pie and chicken in spaghetti
I’m from a ‘hit the lights’ 12th birthday party
With glass on the floor and screaming pre-teen girls
I’m from Old pictures, videos, and memories of my dad
Trapped in my head with no more to be made
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