Where I'm From: A Poem By Myself

Where I’m From: By Abigail Rose

I’m from music,

from play tiaras and scented candles.

I’m from a Mickey Mouse bank,

and the smell of fresh-baked cookies.

I’m from the apple tree in the yard,

to my secret place in the woods.

I’m from good times and bad,

all mixed together.

I’m from my family and friends,

and a soft bed to sleep.

I’m from Foreigner and Def Leppard,

to Skillet and Nickelback.

I’m from ballet, and marching band;

from pointe shoes and bibbers.

I’m from my family at home,

my family in band, and my family of “bffs from now to the end”.

I’m from hugs and tears,

from youth group and classes.

I’m from crisp-paged books,

I’m from more bookmarks than I can count.

I’m from all this and more,

I’m from all my memories collected in a butterfly box.

Someday I’ll look back, and remember where I’m from.