Where I am From

Where I am from Poem

I am from dirty clothes and dishes

                From Tide and Dawn

I am from a loving large home

                It is big and sweet it tastes like cake

I am from the prickly rose bush

                The Sycamore Tree

                Whose adventure to the top was painfully majestic

I’m from the Sunday Sauce and the Family Fights

                From Amy and Tony and Dolly

I’m from the chaotic dinners

                And the caring conversations

From wash your hands before dinner

                And do not eat the dog food

I’m from the Catholic religion

                From the Sunday Masses and the Daily Dinner prayers

I’m from the small town by the big lake

                From meatballs and fried chicken

From the time dad complained about it’s a Small World After All

                To the times my mom laughs so hard she cries

I am from a fantastic but completely different family, who believes all is possible

-Chris Gilbert