I am from ruffled newspapers

From Google and the laptop that never fully loads

I am from the dusty attic

Crunchy, turquoise, light bouncy bubbles

I am from cherry blossoms, 

With petals soft to the touch

I’m from beaches and laughter

From Violetta and Patrick

I’m from the long runs and road trips

From “you’re so picky” and “great job on your report card”

I’m from God is great, but empty soul

I’m from New York City

All types of fish, abundant rice

From the saw her walking when I turned the corner

The “get in the car, or we’ll miss it”

Stack of photographs hidden in plain sight

Going through highs and lows, but never taking the ride for granted