Where I'm From

I am from the roaring waves and soft grass,

From peaceful nights and noisy days,

The creaking of swings and the splashing of water,

From the chirping of birds and the buzzing of cicadas,

And hot summers and cold winters.



I am from medals and trophies of pools,

From the gallops and pounding of hooves,

From choir and orchestras,

And from the scent of wood in newly bought books.



I am from "told you so", "speak louder", and "one more minute!"

From "you can do better," and "hey, that's mine!"

I am from loud shouts to soft whispers.

I am from bubble teas and milkshakes,

From barbeque to gumbo, 

Donuts and baguettes,

And from sneaking bits of chocolate,

In the middle of the night.

I am from the old family album,

that lives in my attic.

From the dusty picture frames,

that sits upon the walls.

I am from old and new scrapbooks,

and the things that go bump in the night.