I am from band-aids From scraped knees and Neosporin. I am from the gravel That seperated my feet from the hard ground. (Covered with the color of gray, But felt red hot under the sun's rays) I am from the backyard, From the lilac bush, Whose roots are still buried deep in the earth.
I am from the Hundred Acre Woods, From Pooh Bear and Christopher Robin. I am from knock-knock jokes, And non-stop giggles, From water colors, markers, and cayons. I am from Cherios With sugar, And early fall mornings.
I am from my grandmother's embrace, With watered down coffee And the Sunday newspaper. I am from my mother's eyes, Who's deep brown pigment matches mine.
At 6512 Orbit Way, you will find a house, a home. A capsule of memories, Laughs and giggles, moments of peace and heated debates. I am from that capsule. Where I'm from is woven into every thread and fiber that is me.
Written in 2009 as a high school freshman assignment. Using the structure of the well know "where I'm from" peom. Who by? I cant remember. Sorry