My Story Matters: Zarya Brooks

LAH_5982I 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