Where am I from?
I am from…

 

The mysterious smell of evening primroses
coming out of nowhere, whenever I pass a
short alley at night,
I am from the dread when two fierce looking
dogs with sharp teeth chased after me, and
the satisfaction when I over-ran those two
devilish creatures,
I am from the shock when I saw the worst
mark ever on a bright white spot, tainted
in a dark red pen.

 

Where am I from?
I am from…

 

The tickling feeling of my hair being blown in the
wind when I’m riding my bike downtown,
touching my skin along the way;
I am from those warm feelings when my
grandma used to hug me to sleep during a
frightening night, sweeping my fears away;
I am from all my mother’s stories that
calm me down when I’m scared, and
brings out laughter when I’m sad.

 

Where am I from?
I am from…

 

The relaxing sensations with a book in
my hand, while the autumn wind blows,
I am from a quiet, peaceful night while
watching the pale full moon with my
family, after the sky melded into the
deep tones of nightfall,
I am from the joy when I caught dozens
of firebugs and their relieved sigh
when they were released in the dim light,
making my face glow.

 

Where am I from?
I am from…

 

My diary, a personal best friend that
knows every single thing about me,
I am from the excitement when my
family battles over a delicious
roast beef,
And…I am from those lonely days
when I was staring out the foggy
window all day, watching the rain
to drip, drip, drip…

 

 

So, where am I from?
I am from all kinds of places and
memories that are mostly happy,
but can also be painful.
Whatever it is, it will all stay in
my heart forever, never to be changed or forgotten…