Who I Am

I am from the old red van,

from Windex and laundry soap.

I am from backyard bonfires

warm, comforting, and protective.

I am from the big oak tree in the front yard,

as heavy as we sleep on Christmas Eve.

I am from game nights and giggles,

from hopscotch to car washing.

From Newcombe to Ryan.

I am from the practical jokers and forgivers,

from always staying positive and dreaming big.

I am from He who strengthens me and the light of the world.

The hearing of a hawk that can hear awakeness. 

I am from the memories on the walls,

showing the importance of family as breath is to man.