Where I am from

I am from the tree house perched in between the first and second branch of the tall oak tree,

from exploring the darkest of the woods on spooky nights.

I am from the red swing

(squeaky

when you went to high). 

I am from the tree planted 

at my birth,

whose leaves turned gold in fall, and all fell within one day.

I am from the hollywood swing that rocked me to sleep on summer nights,

from grandma and her ripe apple pie on a crisp winter evening.

I am from the musent’s 

and the don’ts, 

from ¨Our father who are in heaven¨ 

and from two other prayers 

that I can’t remember.

I am from long talks about family on christmas eve with cousin Rachel,

and from trick or treating on Halloween.

From falling asleep watching the sun rise 

and from chocolate milk after playing in the snow.

From Mamis chocolate cake on birthdays 

and her apple sauce on christmas.
I am from carousels and cotton-candy on on carneval,
from coke and mentors in the back yard with Henry,
and from Burger patties and french fries in summer with Zoester.

I am from moving away, 

and from coming back.

I am from the overalls I wore in winter, 

from the worn out jeans I wore in summer.

I am from ¨stars and stripes forever¨ in the summer, 

and from frost bites in the winter.

From the ¨keep in touche¨s and the ¨don’t forget me¨s. 

I am from living my dreams. 


Middle Mindz