Where I'm From

A poem about what and who and where i'm from.

I am from my tricycle 
From cereal and picture books,
The pictures and words spoke to me as if they were alive.
I am from a mismatched home.

I am from aromas,
Creeping in the kitchen,
From the Banana Leaf Tree,
Whose plate-sized leaves waved ”Hello” at the sky,
In the early autumn wind.

I am from pots and pans,
Their clanking was music to my ears.
I am from a family of readers, 
And a family of eaters.

I am from “Bless You”
After I sneeze.

I am from my parents.
From lasagna and chicken.
From Egyptian immigrants,
And my koala shirt from Australia.

I am from writing,
Ideas and words I can’t keep in my head.
Poems I turn them into,
Poems that keep me bright.

Reviews

[Gina]

This really makes me imagine where I come from. You had an amazing idea and turned it into something worth praising. AMAZING WORK. Keep it up!

[Izzy Briles]

I like the idea of being "from" our surroundings, our upbringing, and even our poetry and ideas coming "from" that. I like this a lot!

[Writer-Girl]

Thanks! This was actually a school poem assignment, but I brought it to Writers Cafe for feedback.

[Izzy Briles]

Excellent idea! There is a fantastic community here. I would love to see how your poetry evolves! Keep up the good work.

[Writer-Girl]

Thanks! I don't really post poetry on Writers Cafe though.

[Izzy Briles]

well, if you ever do. I'd love to read it!