Mine is better.
Where I'm FromI am from playrooms,
from G.I. Joes and Cowboys and Indians.
I am from the squash growing awkwardly
(white, yellow
pretending to love it.)
I am from tossed logs,
the bag pipe
whose long silent pipes
still ring in my ear.
I'm from burned bacon and donations,
From Sallyirene and someone I don't care for.
I'm from the rolly pollies
and the snails,
from cheer up and settle down.
I'm from "THOU SHALT NOT STEAL OR LIE"
with the littlest fibs
and the strangest reasons.
I'm from McDonald's and Carl's Jr,
cheese cake and french fries,
from the scar on my brother's shoulder
from the light bulb fragments
to the money my mother spent to keep us happy.
On the old shelf were binders
holding pictures in place,
many, many moments in time I don't remember
to make me wonder, "What was I thinking?"
Those are my moments-
frozen in time,
never to be relived.