I’m from PBS kids

From Cheerios and Barbies

I am from the brick wall

(Cold, welcoming

It looked like roses)

I am from the colorful garden

The butterfly

Blue and mysterious

I’m from Thanksgiving photos and the artists

From Gran, Bapa, and Edmond A. Neal

I’m from superstition

And loud personalities

From Take time to be kind and Eat everything

On your plate

I’m from the crucifix in every bedroom

And going to mass every Sunday

I’m from Tallahassee and Cork

Potatoes and oranges

From the moment Gran took care of Gary Cooper

In the hospital

To the many movies starring my relatives

Inside the attic

Hidden in the deep bucket of endless loose photos

I am from countless dreams and aspirations, yet to be

discovered