I’m from napkins
From forks and spoons.
The flies in my tree house.
(Green, glistering,
It tasted like beans.)
I know the fresh cut grass smell
The Oak trees
Long-gone limbs I remember
As if I did not climb them.
I’m from pizza and art,
From Carol and Jorris.
I know the annoying know-I-all’s
And the gossipers and the rumor spreaders,
From the Speak up! And Quiet now!
I’m from Shawn and Jen’s branch,
Roast beef and mashed potatoes and gravy.
From the hearing my grandfather lost
From work.
I’m from the good times with
Mia and Maria.
From that time, I fell in the cafeteria
At the time Mia fell with a white shirt.
I ‘am from looking after 30+ cats
For one of my chores.
From the times they pee on me to
the times they have babies.
I am from my grandma’s awesome
Pizza with steaming hot cheese.
From burning ourselves to burning
The pizza but luckily it was
Not that burnt. By:Tessa