by
Esther Smith
I am from a fort under a grand piano bearing
notes of C and E�s reverbed from the voice of
a little girl long ago,
From a swimming pool of long hours, a TV
and a tape recorder endlessly taping.
I am from a stain glass Christmas house
window hanger, a basement full of a million
dolls, and a computer game of exploration.
I am from the big glorious Christmas trees
that have visited me every year,
From the beautiful tulips in front of my house
and in my drawings.
I am from the endless colors of roses
I am from fondues, pizza and movie Mondays,
tea parties, cheese hotdogs, cheese and cracker snacks,
fruit snacks, spaghetti, macaroni and cheese, popsickles,
and sweets.
I am from �Hey Pepperoni,� and �see yah later Alligator,�
From �Rise and shine Kaylo Baylo,� and �It�s technicality
time�.
I am from a little girl playing the doggie with Grublet,
animal, or Direwood tree sisters, acting out
Nathaniel The Grublet tape.
I am from the exciting school plays with my class, the jump rope
rhymes, kick ball, trees, and pretend games with my friends.
From �Little Mermaid Go!!!� at swimming class, Wakeena Falls on
independence day(Mommy�s Birthday),with my shaky Indian drum,
Multnomah falls restaurant with the stone wall fireplace and the peace
and restful smell of cedarwood in the gift shop,
I am from the smell of cedarwood in my Mommy�s bedroom, The vanilla
perfume she wore when we played MYST on the computer and the fresh,
cold, snowy air I love when it snows.
I am from a little girl who liked to dress up, daydream continually and
sing song after song.
I am from a multitude of special memories circling and rotating
endlessly inside me, from a girl who never grew up, and never will!
