I am from documents and lawyers.
From genes I do not know.
As a newborn introduced to a family,
From my fingers smoothly transitioning across the black and white keys.
I am from photographs that capture life’s greatest moments.
From being a pianist, and playing for hours.
I am from expensive furniture that’s soft and cozy.
I’m from stenciled tables crafted by the love,
Of my mother and father.
I’m from the smell of dinner at 6:30 which carries me
Up the hallway stairs after a long day at school.
The sweet sweet smell of apple pie on a warm,
I am from Lisa and Ray who support me in my time of need.
From my sisters, Heather and Courtney who are my role models,
And are there for me in a heartbeat.
From a big cheerful family.
I’m from my biological mother,
Who chose to give me a better life.
I am from the constant sound of kitchen noise,
Pots banging, timers beeping, water boiling.
I’m from the sound of street noise,
Horns honking loud, people shouting, music blasting.
I am from a place where you cuddle on the couch,
On a cold winter night, puppy snuggled in your lap,
And you stay warm.
I’m from The Night Before Christmas and waking up early on Christmas morning,
To see if Santa came that night.
I’m from a place where everyone knows each other.
Everyone is friendly,
You feel welcomed no matter where you go.
I’m from a place that made me who I am today.
I am from Chelsea Village.
Photo by Kinchan1
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