Where I Am From

I am from humor, wit, and playing nice, to constantly writing on my own device. I am from softly sassy smiles, From running and running for many miles. I am from a family filled with green eyes, From not giving up and many tries. I am from parents who always laugh, and do so much for another's behalf. I am from being the monkey in the middle, Being tirelessly teased but looked up to a little. I am from having just one older sister; When she went to college I really missed her. I am from a hard-working military dad, and Mom who’s a computer software grad. I am from family paparazzi grandma With old, silly, sweet-toothed grandpa. I am from drinking hot chocolate all year round, From eating Grandma’s cooking without a sound. I am from Mom’s Mexican, Italian, and more, From oodles of dishes that become a chore. I am from a wild-western state, From watching bright sunsets from the gate. I am from a city steeped in tradition, with smart folks filled with ample ambition. I am from happy green playing fields Fraught with kids riding bikes without any yields. I am from “love yous” and “don’t hurries” From “stay safes” and “don’t you worries.” I am from old fashioned picture frames, from fading pink paint with many names. I am from blooming buds and wilting roses to lanky limbed trees grown in unique poses. And in this world that can be so bleak, It’ll be those memories that I keep. Locked deep and safe in my own heart; I've loved them all, every simple part.