About who i am. We also had to do this for class one day.
I am from the books, big and small,
From the paper and pen.
I am from the stories of old and the ones that haven’t happened yet,
I am from the written parchment and the quill feather,
Penning my mind on page.
I am from the piles of paperbacks and hardcovers,
From the dusty old and freshly new.
I am from the white walls with the cool stencil design,
From the slanted roof protecting my treasure trove of books and stories.
I am from the city streets,
From country roads.
I am from the green grass,
From grey sidewalk.
I am from the rolling hills,
From tall buildings,
For each I call my home.
I am from the cat and dog,
From the paws and claws.
I am from the King and Queen,
From the rulers of our palace home.
I am from the non-religion,
From the belief anyway.
I am from the family gatherings for the holidays.,
From the small get together birthdays.
I am from mom’s pumpkin pie and grandpa’s salt potatoes.
From my step-dad’s loving care and my army of siblings always there.
I am from loud and proud,
From yelling and shouting.
I am from family both big and small,
One adoptive, one biological
I am from Cortland, New York,
From Cincinnatus, New York.
I am from all over the world,
From blood long forgotten.
I am from the nieces and nephews,
From the brothers and sisters,
I am from the aunts and uncles,
From the cousins and grandparents.
I am from the step-family and the original,
From the I don’t care because they love me.
I am from the big wide web,
From a network of family that loves and supports me.
I am from the heart and soul,
From the broken dreams and new ones.
I am from the handmade quilt,
That will warm me all my life.
I AM FAMILY.