I am from crazy intricate, painted ponies.
From liquid detergent
And fire baked Oreos.
I am from dancing, arm flailing fun.
And overpowering smells of greasy fake Chinese food.
I am from dead shriveled up grape vines.
The giant Blue Pine whose big branches have shaded our dear, long gone dogs.
I’m from spicy, mouth; fire cooking
Long hours spent counting grimy quarters.
From story telling, obnoxious Dylan and sweet,
evil talkin Charley.
I’m from speaking out of turn
and disagreeing loudly, over what movie we’ll watch.
From hand gripping, ongoing reading.
I’m from giant monsters waiting by the phone
and forgotten chores done by the tooth fairy,
and snapping your fingers in a Z formation.
I’m from eating till your buttons bust.
I’m from losing Las Vegas
and unknown Lincoln.
Salty, over baked Pasta
and cheesy mouth, watering Hobo Pie.
From long minutes of lectures leading to, empty worthless lives if success is not forged.
Becoming someone worth remembering,
Sacajawea coins found in piles of pennies.
In my brain lost in the sketches of time.
I am from remembered memories and forgotten moments.
****Copyright 2010- Akorn*****
