I am from photographs,
Sweet memories frozen in time,
Forever captured and always remembered.
I am from paintbrushes gliding across canvases,
Words clinging to pages,
Hands picking flowers in the garden.
I am from mud and grass stains,
Playing on the playground.
I am from puddles
Too enticing not to jump into,
Water spraying everywhere as my feet hit the ground.
I am from hide and seek,
From spinning as fast as I can in the warm summer sun,
And from running until my legs can barely move.
I am from the monster in my closet,
Who I eventually made friends with.
I am from a father who gave me his big brown eyes
And I am from a mother who gave me her ambitious personality.
I am from the wide eyes of my naïve sisters
Who used me as their human doll.
I am from the evil grins of my sneaky brothers,
Who used me as...