I am.

Memoir Poem for English (2005)

Where am I from?

I am from the oak tree

I used to climb

that is no longer there

I am from the

piano tunes

and faded black and white photos

I am from the

persistent wanderings

and unconditional loving

I am from the

three generations

of Chuck Taylors

I am from the

old rusted swing out back

and the used guitar

I am from the

music loving


I am from the

attention loving


I am from

many things

but those things

made me


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