Grace's Poem

We went to Grace's parent/teacher conference today. She had to write a poem about where she came from. Poetry has never been my thing but I loved her poem. It's not like I'm biased because I'm her mother or anything. I also want to have it written down somewhere before she takes it away from me.

Where I'm From

By Grace McMahon

I am from antiques

from modern days and old days.

I am from my bedroom.

New, sweet,

as a fresh painted car.

I am from maple trees,

the tulips whose stems are as sticky as honey from my dogs slobber.

I'm from secret recipes and the ocean,

from Anna and Noreen.

I'm from Thanksgiving at my Aunt's house

with the turkey that I die to have once a year that makes my mouth water as I take that

first bite of fresh cooked turkey.

from Easter, also at her house with the egg hunts for the kids,

from Clean your room! and Time for dinner!

I'm from take out your homework,

Oceanography

and I had a good day at school.

I'm from Kate and Tim's Branch,

pizza and soda,

From grandpa fighting fire,

from my moms old, wild, dog Tara.

In photo book's in my mom and dad's bedroom that has old pictures

with pictures of my mom and dad from when they were kids

and when my brother and I were little.

I am from those moments when we went to a dinner at the ocean

from after we go to the beach and look for sea shells.