by Megan B., 8th Grade, inspired by George Ella Lyon’s Poem
from cooking and blue-fish.
I am from clothes hidden under my bed.
I am from the rose bush
the pink, red, and white ones
whose thorns I will never forget
as they stab me while walking by.
I’m from ice cream on a hot day and mini golfing
I’m from Nana and Ginga
I’m from brains of the family
and the loud ones,
from ‘You’re late!’ and ‘We’re not going to make it on time!’
I’m from CCD
with big green books
and chapters between chapters.
I’m from Mary Lu and Frances,
Singing and swimming.
From the heart my grandfather lost
To the tooth that fell out.
Under the cabinet was a flowered box
spilling out baby pictures,
unknown faces
that I think about in spare time.
I am from those pictures–
Older than I can remember —
All grown up.