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Where I'm From
I am from Lisbon Falls,
from Windex and sweeping the kitchen.
I am from asking a trillion times if we can pleeease go to Disneyworld this year,
and trying to save up a million dollars so I could buy Zippity the hamster a gravestone.
I am from a blue house,
with a small, dusty attic apartment where I lived.
I am from the bright Christmas tree in the living room,
and from wearing a crown and tutu on October 31.
I am from cleaning things and messing them up.
I am from knowing every word to every Aaron Carter song,
and the dances, too.
I am from “Wake up!” and “Goodnight.”
I am from wanting to be a wedding designer when I grow up.
and a ballet dancer. And an author. And a doctor, all in the same week.
I am from telling my mom that everyone has them,
and that’s why I need light-up sneakers.
I am from Sunday school sing-a-longs and summer camps.
I am from wishing on the first star every night,
and believing that someday I would really get a unicorn.
I am from Roopers and the Getty.
I am from never wanting to call my mom “mom”.
because mommy just sounds better.
I am from thinking I am an adult
the day I hit double-digits.
I am from Cheese-it’s and Wonderbread.
I am from our brand-spankin’ new Tv;
that already has a Vcr in it.
I am from the wooden chest that is hiding in my mom’s closet,
keeping all of our love, happiness and hope safe inside.