I am from hours on a
court,
from fast running and
hard hitting
I am from where city
and paradise collide
(Soothing sounds,
fast paced and full of excitement)
I am from the smell
of the forest,
And the fire of the
Volcano
Whose fresh smell
calms the heat of the molten rocks
I’m from Christmas
dinners and love of music
from Glenn and Chris
and Che
I’m from the
distinguished and hard workers
From “ When I was in
the Philippines ”
and “ Your so lucky for the food we have”
If from Thou shall
not sin
Whose words dwell in
my mind constantly
And the Lords prayer
which is heard every week
I’m from Frank and
Chris’ Branch
Fried lumpia and
juicy barbeque
From the late nights
spent with cousins while parents were out
Giving me happiness
and freedom from watchful eyes
From the many albums
walls and tables filled with photos
Documenting every
detail of one child’s life
and showing memories
of loved ones that are lost
a record of those living
and those who have passed
I am from those moments—
Snapped before I budded—
Leaf-fall from the family tree
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