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
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