Creative Writing: Where I'm From

Where I'm From

I am from bright hazy summers

Passing by in the rich worn grass

Soft and scratchy.

I am from the ponies in the autumn

The powerful stallion,

Towering

Above the red (or was it white?) car

Safe in my father's arms.

I am from the big oak tree

Faces blurred by years of absence

The death of the grandfather I never knew.

I am from the hot fiery days

The thunder rolling

The lightning storms,

Arcs of energy flashing across the thick dark sky;

Not quite raining,

Not yet.

The drumming of rain on the old tin roof

A waterfall,

A sheet of rain

Cascading musically onto the concrete floor

Washing away the heat.

I am from the sweet fruit in the afternoon

Juice tasting like liquid sunshine

Ripe in the burning mist.

The hot soup in Guama's kitchen,

Guagong's birds singing their song.

The snowy rice

The many games with my cousins

Rong Yuan, Jia Jia, Yee Yee, Li Xiang

Playing late into the night

As the streetlamps flicker on.

I am from the little sister

That I love with all my heart.

The days of playing everyday, making her laugh, and sometimes cry.

The days of Pokemon, and Minecraft.

(Those days of Five Nights at Freddy's, too.)

I am from the school days,

The homework nights,

The art created,

The “Omigod, you drew that!?”

The jazz musicians

That took a year to complete,

The proud moments, (and the bad ones)

The swim meets.

I am from the Secret Snowflake Days,

That One Gift

From that One Friend.

“Remember this?”

“Yeah.. Christmas.” (Shy laughs)

I am from the bitter winters of New York

Frosted breath in the darkening sky

Walking to school in the weak, wane sunlight

The young small sisters, wondering when the presents arrive,

Happily running

To the tree in the living room,

To the lights that sparkle in the dusk.

I am from the springs back home

The birthdays spent with my

Best Friends

I am from the times of

Leaders, Deputies, Warriors, Medicine Cats.

The small oak grove (that mysteriously disappeared)

Where the sunlight dappled green

In the lovely shade,

Where roots and leaves were gathered in a rainwater pool.

I am from exploring those forbidden paths,

Crossing a swamp on a single branch,

Hardly wide enough to support a cat.

Shoes stuck in the mud,

The Turkeys, The Deer, The Dog.

Laughing in triumph as we climbed the rocky mountain

Crying as it was time to leave

3 years

Or more

Time flies when new opportunities arrive

New school

New friends.

“You've changed.”

I'm from the loyalties of bonds never to be broken.

I'm from forever hoping to see her again,

For things to be the way they were

At 5 years old.

Again.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”