Where Im From...

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I am from warm summers,
Catching fish in the cool waters of Crow Lake
And wind blowing through my hair
As we travel in the old rickety boat
With the smell of perch, my dad would cut up for bate
And worms that have dried in the sun

I am from my dad’s pain that he keeps inside
And the frustration he has with his father
But can no longer resolve his problems
For my grandfather died

I am from growing up with handicapped brothers
Whom I would give the world to
So they can be normal
And the happenings of them
When my parents die

I am from kisses on the forehead
that I cherish each and everyday
And the early morning wake up calls for school

I am from traveling park to park
And having picnics with my family
as we play frisbee, waiting for the
hot dogs, and hamburgers to cook on the grill
and enjoying our time together

I am from the excitement of starting lines and finish lines
And trails that run through grassy meadows
And thick mud that sticks to your legs
With the high of running that over comes you
And your worries that seem to always go away.

I am from present to past
And wondering why loved ones seem to drift apart from me
I am from a holy place in my heart
That I can always call, my home

By: Alexandra Bogus