I am from Nestle Crunch bars, from Airstream and Herman Miller.
I am from the crystal-clear panels that let sunlight through on a beautiful day.
I am from the ever-blooming orchid, the snake plant near a crackling fireplace.
I am from opening a single present on Christmas Eve and the baby of the family, from Aaron, or Monte (first and second), and Wendy.
I am from the ‘ope’ that comes before ‘I’m sorry’ and other identical traits I obtained from my father.
From “Swedish beauty” and “treat others how you want to be treated”.
I am from the Lutheran Church, brought upon me by the Pride family, but still unsure what I believe
I’m from the mitten state, with previous generations hailing from Sweden and Ireland, from meatballs to breakfast souffle.
From the glistening eyes identical to my fathers flush with matching ferns in the backyard, the hours spent giggling at each other’s ears as they rush up and down, and the conversation that is paired with a creamy Steak and Shake milkshake on our lunch dates.
I am from the bookcase chalk-full of memories, from a full set of school pictures to the tattered ‘Sir Small and the Dragonfly’.
The countless picture frames that encapsulate decades of emotion
Will spark a trip down memory lane as the times become farther and farther away
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