I am from tanning leather baseballs,
From authentic Mizuno gloves and pig skin covered footballs.
I am from the creaky, dusty golf clubs, once laid in my father's hands.
I am from the rich apple tree, basil leaves and the cold pines of Christmas.
I am from prestigious vacations to gorgeous Palm Springs,
From Mother and Father and my only brother, Gunnar.
I am from valuable holidays shared with my loving family.
I am from “One Team” “Be About It” and “As One.”
I am from holy readings and intriguing homilies expressed by thy father,
From thy father of whom my darkest confessions rest.
I am from Mother Russia, oily pesto tortellini and gooey monkey bread.
I am from adoption, ADD and hyperactivity.
I am from the cringing sound of my brothers bone colliding with livid wood,
From matryoshka dolls of my home country cloaked by musky photographs of my childish past.
I am from great sacrifice, limited composure and the true strength of unity.
I am from my world, and also from yours.