Where I Am From
I am from the coffee pot on at night,
The white twin sized bed in my big bedroom,
Downstairs until 10 with the T.V. light,
And the couch we sit in the living room.
I am from the wooden beach on the porch,
My old pink and purple four wheeler bike,
My burnt skin hit by the sun's flaming torch,
And the grass I stand on to fly my kite.
I am from my family's spicy food,
My dad's waffles that tame by stomach's beast,
My mom's lovely dessert that sets the mood,
And my uncle's taste lasagna feast.
I am from the photo albums that grew
Where all memories are kept old and new.
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