I am from the summer breeze and wishes for fame
I learn from my Momma’s “You better listen” warning
I breathe in the smell of my grandma’s house.
The smell has always been the same
Bananas and perfume
I love the Wednesday night spaghetti that I so gratefully consume
I remember the summer birthdays of my brother, sister, and mine.
I remember learning to read and falling in love with it.
After that, spelling caught my attention.
I remember how funny it was to see my grandma’s face as I swept old homework from under my bed.
Now I remember all of these things and think of what a good life I live.
And I think this is where I’m from
I am from qcfamilytree