I’m from dog hair covered carpets
from tv dinners and tinny pringle cans.
I am from a not very big house
with a overcrowded garage
and a closet full of craft supplies.
I am from the tiny little lemon tree
who gave us many sour lemons.
I am from the many squashmallows and buckets of legos,
from mckenzie and youngblood.
I am from sarcasm and yelling
and hazel eyes.
From chicken pot pie and spicy tamales
and from my pink bear i loved so much.
I am from those moments that made me, me.