I am from... daisy chains and four leaf clovers,
shady summers, staying out until the sound of the streetlights hum.
I am from... ferry boat rides every Sunday to visit my Papa,
collecting pockets full of beach glass and shells.
I am from... childhood friends Madeline, Charlotte, and Laura,
turning pages until my eyelids melted into slumber.
I am from... costumes changes and ballet slippers,
toes bleeding while my heart caught fire.
I am from... husking corn and strawberry picking,
showing little brother and sister how the big kids do it.
I am from... Sunday movie night and breakfast-for-dinner,
piling blankets, pillows, and couch cushions into a comfortable heap.
I am from... cross country road trips and flights to NYC,
ever excited for hugs from Grans and playtime with cousins.
I am from... daydreams and "look out the window,"
endless thoughts, mind scribbling down new adventures.
Wow! I really enjoyed all of your writing pieces but this one especially spoke to me.
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