Where I’m From

I am from a book.
From lavender and sweatpants.
I am from the brown house
With the rainbow floral garden
I am from the big, leafy tree
That sits, its green leaves soaking up
The golden sun.
I am from the cinnamon-scented candles
And decorating the pine.
From Speak Louder and Talk Slower.
I’m from going to the place every
Sunday morning to worship Him.
I am from the place where cowboys used to ride
And the country of the free.
I am from Lefsa and icecream and BBQ.
I’m from when I scraped my leg,
And my brother rushed to my aid.
I am from Texas.