May 12, 2018I Am
I am from overgrown grass,
from old hockey equipment and random alien statues.
I am from the one lonely cricket in my basement.
(Chirping, hopping around,
it sounded like the peepers down my road.)
I am from the green grass,
the tree in my yard
that always seemed to catch the shuttlecock
and never give it back.
I am from the 5-foot giant Darth Vader blow-up Christmas decoration
and loving caffeine,
I’m from Russ and Jess.
And my loving “sister” Angelina in New Orleans.
From the loud obnoxious singing
and making bad jokes about ducks.
From the song “In This Little Town”
and how my mom got her silver combat boots stolen.
I am from fake ghost hunting apps,
and scaring my brother.
I am from Martha’s Vineyard and New Orleans
oysters and crawfish.
From the story about how my godmother ate a slug for $10
and then became best friends with my mom,
and the stories about my dad’s old “bands.”
In my room pictures of these memories cover my walls.
With me in the middle of my family and my brother in front of me.
My crazy family always standing behind me.
from 2018 RYPA