Where I’m From

I’m from the white couch in the family room that always has feathers poking out
From my dirty pink teddy bear and crown from a Renaissance fair
I am from the big faded red brick house
And a garage full of piles of junk
I am from the two tall, grand, and old oak trees sitting in the front yard
Whose branches are stretched out wide not caring what they hit
I am from the pictures of family members that I don’t even know and the golden A above my bed
I am from a loving family and Alison and Eric
And from the parents who always make life more
And from the fun we had on all the vacations and trips, we took almost daily
I am from the church that has a friendly commute and the donuts they gave out
I am from my Papa whom I was named after
From the burger and taco nights, we have
From the old house in a neighborhood of trees
And from the pink curtains in the room, I stay in with the flamingos on the shelves
I am from a great experience I will never forget.