Where I’m From

I’m from
ant hills on the lawn,
and bee stings
upstairs.
Saving frogs
from the swimming pool.

I’m from
falling off the swing,
and standing on
the wibbly-wobbly porch stone.
My dad’s hat box filled
with old props.

I’m from
dinner and dessert
all in the same hour.
Wake up, eat breakfast,
then school.

That’s where I’m from.