Where I’m from

February 4, 2018

I am from the torn up teddy bears

From singing songs and dancing everywhere

I am from the mountain tops

And the train engines that never stop

I am from the large pine trees

Whose long thorny branches shaded me

I am from the many drawings and listening to pop music

From a Kimber and a Yiakas

I am from "be careful" and "behave"

From "try your best to get good grades"

From movies on a Friday night

To praying by the candle light

I am from Charles Yiakas and Joan Armstead

From eating koludia and ice cream before bed

From my cousin who died age 7 of cancer

And from a suicide that was never the answer

From my parents who soon got a divorce

I am from these moments for better or worse

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