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
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