I come from 103.7 radio station blasting from the speakers.
Our long talks at North Diamonds--that’s where
We made our best life decisions so far.
From the little red car trips that never failed to take
my breath away and always left me with windblown hair.
I am from an old house on a country road
where the house got moved for a new one to show.
I am from the smell of gunpowder and the heat
of the sun, the summer nights where we play and have fun.
I am from the small city of Dixon where cornfields go on for miles
and summers were spent at the ballpark.
I’m from the dirt I played on, the school I grew up on.
I’m from fishy-smelling kisses on my fingers,
lullabies and chocolate pies.
I am from Grandma’s brownies with the powdered sugar,
from big family dinners to four wheeler rides.
I am from my grandma Susie with lungs full of smoke
to a heart full of love.
I’m from the bike rides and skateboards
from the ballgames and games of hide ’n’ seek.
From the masterpieces made on my mother’s back.
I am from artistic genes and allergies in the summer,
winter and spring hoping I don’t fall.
I am from the west
and the safety of Warren Air Force Base.
I am from the 21 gun salute that still rings in my ears--
our forever goodbye. I am from let downs and unmet
expectations, overachieving siblings
and “be more like your sister.”
I’m from a father who never had time for me
from a mother who only cared about her son.
I am from long walks in the darkness
and goodnight starts, to staying up late
and sleeping till noon.
I am from endless mountain peaks,
and quiet to most talked about.
I am from wanting to change my life
to not know how.
I am from crystal clear lakes, green meadows,
the mountain and valleys. I am from red roses,
black holes and crushed hearts.
In the closet was a dress flooding memories,
a ghost of people to reminisce in.
I am from the memories deep in the hutch,
memories of forgotten faces
to fade away with the fallen leaves.
I am from familial imperfections
from the growth we find through each other
our growing wisdom like winding vines
encompassing our family tree.