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I Am From MAG
I am from
My green blankey and
Climbing out of my crib
From playing mermaid in the bathtub.
I am from walking my dog,
And the noise he made when I step on his tail.
I am from my sheep nightlight
And Blue’s Clues and the Berenstain Bears.
I am from spinning until
I can’t tell where I am and
Seeing the world upside-down.
I am from long days at school
And hurrying home to watch Pokémon.
From chocolate-chip cookies at
Grandma’s house.
I am from July days in the pool
And running through the sprinklers.
From my imaginary friends and
The games we used to play like
Doctor and patient and teacher and student.
I am from trips to the grocery store
And that time I fell out of the cart onto the
Sticky linoleum floor.
I am from the tap tap tap
Of my tap shoes that one week
That I decided to be a dancer.
I am from trying new things.
I am from rainy days
And board games,
Saturday cartoons and Cheerios.
I am from walks on the beach
And the sand on my feet,
And not wanting to go home after vacation.
I am from Barbies and Polly Pockets
From playing with my sister,
The other half of me.
I am from books and flashlights
And pens and paper.
From silence to screaming.
I am from tears on my pillow
And unanswered cries.
From holding your hand
And that look in your eyes.
I am from past and present
And dreams of the future.
I am from hard work and
Harder play.
And I am from writing down my thoughts
On a midsummer’s day.
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It's very romantic and in a sad way warms the heart to know that it was so special and you can still remember those great, wonderful moments alongside the pain. Keep writing xx
to reflect that the memory is a snapshot in time. It's a very relateable poem too in the way it captures common memories that most of us are lucky to share and love to look back on when we get older. Beautiful, love you'll work, don't stop writing xx.
