I am from lightning bugs in mason jars,
and wet feet from the dewy night time grass.
I am from Kool-Aid that stains my tongue blue
and cartwheels that make my head spin.
I am from the house with the yellow door,
sunny colored and always slamming.
I am from the swingset that creaks as if it is going to fall apart whenever I swing too high,
yet, of course, that doesn’t stop me from trying to swing as if I’m going to reach the clouds.
I am from superman ice cream dripping down my arm,
and trying to keep up with Emmie and Gretchen as we backstroke across the lake.
I am from the quiet ones and the loud ones,
the stand up for what you believe ins and the never change for anyones.
I am from go with the flow and don’t sweat the small stuff.
I am from the cold tile floor under my toes on a hot summer day
and paint colored fingers that I could never keep completely clean.
I am from the ballerina whose grace did not quite reach me,
and the giggles that bring us all to tears.
I am from the oak bookshelves so jam-packed with pictures, art projects, and novels that it seems impossible to fit even one more memory on any given shelf.
I am from the stories impossible to forget because I feel like I’ve lived them myself when my grandpa tells them in his wise voice.
I am from a little bit of everything and a little bit of everyone.
Photo by Johnny Silvercloud
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