I am from bike rides, from Trek and Dyno
I am from the wide, beige, rose smelling home
I am from the birch tree with peeling bark, the tulips planted in neat rows, the mulch covered gardens
I am from baking cookies and blonde hair, from Mike and Sharla and Ashley
I am from the sarcastic comments and arriving on time
From “No desert until you finish your vegetables” and “Put some clothes on”
I am from the wafers and wine
I’m from Menomonee Falls and Germany, brats and beer
From the time I got lost on our family trip to Disney, the time my sister stole a ring-pop from Sentry, and the time my dad fell out of a tree
I am from the tattered box in the basement
Forgotten mementos, like a lost button
Discarded, to be found with utmost joy