Where I come from there are forests. Raccoons in my chimney and deer in my backyard.
I wake up to morning doves and fresh dew; my mother in the kitchen making spaghetti sauce at 6 a.m.
I come from my father who delivered my mother’s papers in 8th grade and married her, 40 years ago.
I come from two brothers and a sister that left scars in my forehead and built forts in the basement and made plans to run away to the treehouse in our backyard.
I come from kickball in the street, neighborhood block parties, football on rainy Fridays, guitar songs by late-night bonfires.
I come from sneaking out at midnight and finding constellations in the back of a truck. I come from wishing on stars with an old poem. Starlight, Starbright.
I am Hard work ethic, Everyone is beautiful, Trust as an instinct, don’t tell me I can’t, because I will any.
"To Life"