I am from my mom, from Coco and Channel
I am from the smelly, beautiful house
I am from the Magnolia blossoms, the flower of Louisiana
I am from "Tacos and Beer" and sadness, from Papa I love and Cullens I know
And Mom I miss from summer
I am from the laughter and the yelling and happiness
From don't drink the soda or spiders will come out your stomach
And don't put your fingers in the door
I am from God
I'm from Bellflower and tamales
From Papa, the Vietnam vet , Gram, the "Blue Witch" and Mom who threw the butter knife
I am from a million picture albums
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Dear Tiana, I'm impressed with the ease in which you describe your world, and the people dear to you. You have a good sense of your surroundings. Your poem has energy, and activity. Keep writing!!!
ReplyDeleteI loved this poem...so innocently spoken yet saturated with understanding...this is a tumbled gem to treasure in your family album archives.
ReplyDeleteTiana-- you have described your world very well. This is an excellent writing and I hope you will continue to write because you have certainly understood the concept of this poem and have done a great job of putting it together.
ReplyDeleteYou have a gift, Tiana. Your writing is so mature.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite lines are: "I am from Bellflower and tamales," and "I am from a million photo albums."
From Charlotte:
ReplyDeleteA great "Where I'm From"