I am from Thanksgiving in Sanibel
From finding seashells with Nonnie
And brilliant blue skies

I am from party planning with Caroline
From practicing flute on the piano bench
And skiing into sparkling, cold snowdrifts

I am from swinging on sore, chalky hands
Sweaty leotards
And knotted muscles

I am from soft brown chairs
From fuzzy blue blankets
And long hours lost in books

I am from making latkes and matzah ball soup with Auntie Jess
Crispy sweet apples and the scent of muffins fresh from the oven 
And steaming tea on late nights

I am from guinea pigs
Enthusiastic dogs
And shy cats

I am from the aerial sling
Tangled silks
And sudden drops

I am from photo albums
Unfinished scrap books
Pictures

I am from stained glass windows

From voices weaving into song
And the lilting murmur of Hebrew prayers

I am from gravity attack
Right paw
And change is good

I am from fiery orange, red, and pink sunsets in New Hampshire
From graceful trees bending in the wind
And laughter