I’m from the life my parents gave me.
From meatball soup and seven layer cake.
I am from my family.
From mother’s lullabies and the song of “salute”.
I am from the life my great grandmother lost to illness.
I am from my garden.
From making my room a mess.
I’m from sneaking dessert with my cousins.
I am from the sound of parrots.
I’m from spending time with my family.
I am from the smell of fresh corn.
I’m from “Let’s make this right” and “It’s ok”.
I’m from panko chicken and kahlua cake.
But what I am really from is growing the family tree!