Where I Come From Poem

From where I was raised

And from where I was born

Not much has changed

Except for the clothes that I had worn.

The Mountains are still there

Only farther away

There are fewer trees with pine

And taller figures that in the wind have less sway.

My family home was a red brick

A typical neighborhood house

My mom kept if very clean

And sometimes my dad would help out his spouse.

My mom would take care of my sister and I

In any way we needed.

Whether it be of food or clothes

Anything she always heeded.

My sister and I would play in our backyard

Which was full of green and life.

This was the passion of my dad’s

Not of his wife.

Flowers of Iris and grass of blue

Bordered our backyard inside and out.

Vines flourishing on the patio walls

With blooming flowers in Spring ready to sprout.

My sister and I had a complex relationship

She was talkative and demanding.

But once we got older and we hung out more

Like new tires on a car it was better handling.

My family home is the place where I feel most safe and at home,

Every Sunday I return to eat dinner with the family in the den.

My sister, my dad, my mother, and my dog Sammy,

Now and then.