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 their spy.
I am from the boy in the back of the classroom,
sitting alone, ignored
Who I later came to call my best friend.
I am from music,
Melodies resounding from the vinyl spinning softly on the turntable.
I am from dancing with my brothers,
My little feet atop his much larger ones.
I am from words,
Words from books,
Words of wisdom uttered to me.
I come from love,
The love of a parent,
The love of a sister,
The love of a brother,
The love of a friend.
I’m from Where The Wild Things Are,
Pages worn and torn from overuse.
I am from Harry Potter,
And the excitement growing
Fully engaged in the story unfolding.
I am from those moments
With my family,
With my friends.