I am from the wall,
from the generation of iPhones and makeup.
I am from the tight spaces.

I am from the mountains,
the cold clear skies.

I am from the long hikes
and green eyes, from the Herriot’s
and the Denno’s.

I am from the morning pancakes
and the late night board games.
From follow your dreams
and there are no monsters under the bed.

I am from the heavens.
I’m from New Hampshire and Vermont,
PB&J's and Mac and cheese.

From the parents’ divorce,
the Christmas mornings filled with eggnog,
and the birthday’s of grandma and grandpa.


I am from
home.