I am from horses,
From flowers and candles.
I am from the big brown house on the corner,
With the smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen.
I am from the bright green grass,
The oak tree,
Whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from Christmas and celebrating birthdays with going out to eat after a party,
From my mom and dad,
I’m from soccer balls and singing.
And from telling about our day at night,
I’m from “apologize” and “don’t say anything if you can’t say something nice”,
And Lullaby Baby.
I’m from having fun,
I’m from New Mexico and Texas,
Tacos and pizza.
From my great-grandmother and great-grandfather,
Getting out of Austria during WWII.
I’m from horse paintings,
And from hiding under my bed as we play hide and go seek.