Where I’m From
I am from clay,from pencils and paints.
I am from the desert underneath the silver stars,cold and distant from the earth.
I am from the ocotillo bush,the jacaranda tree,
whose purple flowers litter my memory
every passing spring.
I’m from ice cream and imagination,from Rowling and Patterson.
I’m from the show-offsand the shy ones,
from Well Done!
and Pay Attention!
I’m from “Once upon a time…”with a book in hand and
daring adventures waiting to unfold.
I’m from quiet nights and warm days,chirping geckoes and sour fruits.
From the friends I’ve lost because of
Pennsylvania, the family I left for
my new life.
In my closet was a notebookbursting with drawings,
a cornucopia of inspiration
enough to keep me awake at night.
I am from these moments—budding early, then blooming—
another blossom on the family tree.
Emily H. -- seventh grade