I’m from a baby carriage, with two seats in it.
I grew up with someone at the same time, same place
same birthday, not the same face.
I’m from cinnamon pancakes waking me up in the morning
“Sizzle, pop, pop!” says the bacon to my ears
Sweet, bitter, hot, tasty
Not waking up to that would bring me to tears
I’m from shin guards, to shoulder pads
from mitts, to baggy shorts.
Because eating my summer away would be my last resort.
I’m from laughter and smiles
muddy shoes, running wild
trying to make the best out of my days.
I was taught to always act as a child,
because after a while,
moments like those would soon fade away.
I’m from my neighbors dogs, growing by the years.
But some days I notice, one dog disappears.
They’re erased, then replaced, it’s replayed, in my face
As I grew up, their dog changed three times, and I began to realize
Life is a cycle, and I say in my head, smiles and laughter, here I come
As I turn off the lights, and get into bed, I think of where I’m from