I Am From

July 18, 2016
By Ann0nymus BRONZE, Decatur, Georgia
Ann0nymus BRONZE, Decatur, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?"
"Not until four."

I am from soap suds.

The flower painting

Hanging on the wall in my bedroom.

My 3 year old picture sitting on the mantel,

The young face that was once mine,

Smiling back at me.

I am from my father's chest,

Filled with Boy Scout sashes

and old college diplomas.

And the dresser,

Silently crouching in our dining room,

Filled with old Valentine's Day cards

and their forgotten memories.

I am from the wildflowers

That pop up during the spring.

The old shed squatting in the corner of our yard.

The pair of dogwood trees

With flecks of sunshine

Streaming through the leaves.

I am from the neighborhood park,

Where the swings creak

And the slides squeak.

The Little Library,

Stocked with adult novels

And romance stories.

I am from Kristi Carr and Richard Marshall,

Hannah Krom and poor Aunt Tina,

Who lost a battle to cancer.

I am from BBQ ribs,

Pulled pork sandwiches,

Gumbo night,

And Tikka Masala microwave dinner.

I am from Dad's grilled chicken Aloha Sliders

And Mom's blueberry muffins,

Grandaddy's freshly picked oranges,

And Papa's delicious Bacon.

I am from the dead laptop,

Filled with old stories I typed,

And pictures we saved,

Gone with the computer itself.

I am from the side of our refrigerator,

where most of our lists and papers end up.

And the hidden drawer in my desk,

Where I store all of my most precious dreams,

A place that releases

The refreshing smell of memories.

I am from a home that I love

In a world that I trust.

A smile

That tastes like happiness

And sunshine.

A kindness so sweet,

That everyone can share it.

I am from the path

that has only been half-taken.

So now,

It's your turn.

Where are you from?

The author's comments:

My I Am From poem started out as a lousy school assignment that I didn't even begin to thing twice about until I noticed that my Language Arts teacher gave me an A on it. I was a bit surprised by how much she liked it, and was even more in shock when she suggested that I enter it in the Georgia Young Authors Writing Contest. Though I loved to write novels, I never really thought of myself as a poet. And not too long after entering, I received notice that my poem had made it into the Statewide part of the competition. I was completely bewildered by the fact that my poem, out of 300 others, had been chosen as the only one in my grade to be submitted further into the competition. After sharing my work with family and friends, one of my besties even convinced her Language Arts teacher to use it as an example lesson! I am very proud of this piece, and hope to be entering more contests in the future!

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