Where I'm from Poem

I am from Tide

from dusty fans and Sweet-smelling Lysol

I am from the Openness,

hot rooms, lingering lemony-lime scent.

I am from the grass and weeds

and from the mighty Mulberry tree

whose long gone limbs I remember

as if they were my own.

I’m from going to my grandma’s and eyeglasses

and from Duane and Beth.

I’m from sleeping in and academics

and from a Catholic-filled family.

I’m  from Santa Claus and fairy tales

and from not giving up.

I’m from Carroll, Iowa and a proud, Irish background

from the ever-present hamburgers and orange julius

I’m from first ever state track champion from Kuemper,

and from oil paintings from my dad’s grandma

on our wondrous Walls.

These are the things that I’m from, the things that will never be forgotten. I will cherish these with all my heart till the end of my days.