I’m from iPads, Bagels, and computers.
I am from a warm house full of electricity.
I am from the trees, the water, and the air.
I’m from parks and squares whose long gone limbs
I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from cooking marshmallows over the fire
and going camping.
From parents and grandparents.
I’m from eating fast,
and from being polite.
I’m from saying “please” and “thank you”
and trying anything new.
I’m from skateboarding.
I’m from Holland and Indonesia.
I’m from haghelslagh and speck kook.
I’m from the stories of my Grandpa when he was young,
of all the mischief he got up to.
I am from stories of my Grandma who was “perfect”
when she was young.
I am from me and my family.
*This poem was inspired by the poem, “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon.