Where I am from

Where I am from
By Savannah Ladd

I am from the big plants in every room the big windows that blind you with light and slobbery dogs that beg for pets I am from the bright white home with black furniture I am from the big snake plants in the front entrance and the 500-year-old oak trees in the backyard whos long limbs shade us from the scorching Texas sun I am from church every Sunday and family dinners nightly from steve and Marisa from the summer vacations where all you can hear is laughter I am from From the smell of burgers and steak fresh off the grill
I am from the weekly Longhorn games from the long drives and flights to see family from long bike rides I am from an amazing family.

Where I’m From

I’m from Austin, Texas.
I’m from tv remotes and books
From the tall bricked house
With a flowery scent
I’m from the roses and sunflowers on the table
The season themed candles that always had an
Amazingly strong scent
I’m from the cul-de-sac in front of my house where I used to play basketball and tag as a kid

I’m from candy cane bread and Catan
From my grandparents and step-grandparents
I’m from divorce, addiction, and anger
I’m from Bob Marley songs
From the tired old blue record player we would dance to every night
Singing old 80’s songs

I’m from Marvel and Harry Potter movies
From the disgusting and smelly Disneyland hotel
That my sister thought was magical and perfect
I’m from lake trips at seven in the morning
From 15 hour road trips with my entire family crammed in a car like an overpacked suitcase
I’m from Austin, Texas.

The Number Two

The number two.
For most people it’s just an ordinary number.
A number that doesn’t feel quite right.
Most people would want a three.
Three things on your to do list,
three bullet points.

But a two is much more.
You think about a one,
when you think about a two
The one person you can always rely on,
like the way you can rely on a two.

Two, just feels right.
As good as right can be.
It’s not just a number you can like,
It’s a number you can feel.

What Is In My Cats Head

I have always wondered what is in my cat’s head
It could be…
The thought of waking us up at 5:00 am
Just to be sure his little tummy isn’t growling
Before school always purring
Making me think I can’t leave this baby
Bathing his fluffy fur to stay clean all day
Leaving hairballs everywhere
Like he just doesn’t care
Carrying his toy to take a literal cat nap
When I get home I have to give him a treat
Maybe that one that tastes like meat
Planning how to get an early dinner
Even though he needs to get thinner
Then it’s off to bed with a full belly
That might just be what’s in my cat’s head

I am from a kid

I am from toys and colorful legos from running around and playing tag.
I am from a bouncy trampoline and a slide and am from the noise of a gel blaster!
I am from giggles and laughter and from the shots of pain.
I am from the Ting family and am from my grandpa’s funny jokes.
I am straight A’s and from basketball and tennis.
One thing I learned for sure is that I am one lucky boy.

What’s in my locker

.An expired library book from 3 years ago
.An old piece of gum in the top corner
.A moth egg I found abandoned at the park
.A Starbucks cup from December
.A math book torn to shreds by my baby brother
.A pencil the size of an ant
.A Barbie doll I hid from my sister and forgot to give back

The Number Two

The Number Two
The number two.
For most people it’s just an ordinary number.
A number that doesn’t feel quite right.
Most people would want a three.
Three things on your to do list,
three bullet points.

But a two is much more.
You think about a one,
when you think about a two
The one person you can always rely on,
like the way you can rely on a two.

Two, just feels right.
As good as right can be.
It’s not just a number you can like,
It’s a number you can feel.