I am from washing machines and
oxigen and tide
I am from flowers in my
front porch. (Flowers blooming),
It taste like cotton candy.)
I am from the Apple Tree
with green leaves. With long
Red apples I remember as it was my
own tree.
I am from cloudy and
rainey skies, from Germantown.
I am from the youngest cousin
and the biggest cousin.
From oldest to youngest and
youngest to oldest.
I’m from A beautiful heart
with a shining star glowing.
A beautiful person I can call
myself.
I’m from a quiet barn
from corn and carrots growing from
the ground.
From the heart my uncle
left to the land.
The eye my grandma shut
when she deceased.
Under my bed was a box of
cds my grandma use to listen
to. a sift of lost members
to see between my dreams.
I am from lost members.
Apple fall before I speak.
