I am from boxes

From Uhaul’s and packing tape

I am from boxes in the attic

(lying, never leaving

Never feeling dusty)

I am from bluebonnets on the highways

To walks down to the beach

To having a doctors appointment with a cartoon mouse.

The oak tree

Whose twisting thick stump I remember

As if I was still in elementary school

I’m from homemade guacamole and Cowboys games

I’m from Camelback Mountain and Dr. Seuss

I’m from the know-it-alls and pass-it-ons

From you have 2 ears and 1 mouth

I’m from a wafer a week can save you

And 3 persons 1 God is your savior

I’m from a place not so Bitter

From nana’s making her pie and fried chicken

From I remember when’s

And I remember who’s

On August 6th there were

Folders and folders spilling of old pictures

A haze of familiar faces

I yearn for today

I am from these moments

Nurturing me as I go

Just one more stripe on the plaid.