Where I'm From

Here is the poem that I wrote from the "Where I'm From" poem template.


I am from hair clips,
From a fresh family meal at Pizza Hut and sticky homemade caramel popcorn.

I am from the immense cornfield, jumping between rows to avoid being caught in a game of hide-and-seek-tag.
I am from the fragrant lilacs, blooming fervently in spring, from the unkept bush that formed a magical kingdom of endless adventure.

I am from the pancake supper, exploring Uncle Rick's sugar maple bush and the shack where the maple syrup is freshly made in the spring.
I am from Grandma and Grandpaw's creek, the long trek down the trail to the stream of smiles and memories.

I am from the determined and the opinionated,
From "clean this up" and "don't be shy".

I am from "Jesus loves me, this I know" and from repentant prayers.
From singing songs, sleeping during sermons, and making colourful crafts in Sunday School.

I am from London, Ontario, one half from Poland and the other a mixture of German, Dutch, and various other ethnicities,
From crepes and schnitzel.

From the countless blackened fingernails my Father and Uncles received from hammers,
From the building of our house and the treacherous climb taken three stories above ground just to say hello,
From the flaming Jeep, my mother relieved to find my sister and I safely indoors.

I am from old family albums, stored away in a cupboard; some out of order, others never touched unless to reminisce.
I am from various files and dates taking up room in a monstrous desk drawer in the computer room.
These moments captured on paper and forgotten in another world separate of our own. Living in another world, yet in contact with our own on lonely Saturdays when fuzzy memories stored in the back of the mind are not enough to remember those moments that define our lives.

- G.L. Schilbe

Here is a picture of my mom and I in our backyard.



From the poem, and this picture, you can now see where I'm from.