My fifteen-year-old daughter wrote this for a school assignment. I had to share with you all.

Where I’m From

By Carolyn 

I am from Piano keys and peach trees

From grass stains and gentle rains

from picking sweet berries,

and riding bikes down lanes

I am from crisp fall mornings

and snowy evenings

from the smell of Grandma’s apple pie

and wishing the days wouldn’t go by

from longing for Christmas to come

and counting the snowflakes one by one

I am from the pitter patter of rain

not wanting to return again

From long nights and lullabies

never wanting to say goodbye

I am from listening to the same song

from all of us singing along

from the rush of your first roller coaster ride

and a windy day at the beach, chasing the tide

I am from hot days and cold nights

from dressing up in witch hats and striped tights

I am from eating sweet candy,

I am from family