I Am From

I am from the worn out old couch in the middle of an empty room.
From nearly expired Cheezits and freshly picked avocados.
I am from a full and chaotic household,
And the loud and destructive noises.
I am from the tall oak tree in the back whose branches sway in the wind on an autumn day.
I am from a worn out old bear and the dust covered books,
From a Burbes and a Cantu.
I am from stubbornness and smarts,
And from strong and independent females.
I am from the holy Tritany.
I am from Craig Burbes and Marili Cantu.
From tamales and tortillas.
From the founding of a new world,
And from the gentle plush of old quilts.
I am from those moments of peace and chaos.