I am from hairbrushes and spray bottles.
From coconut conditioner and curly hair.
I am from the smell of fresh cut grass,
enormous trees and warm living rooms.
The feeling of the soft carpet between my toes
while playing tag and the patter of feet being
heard.
I am from the lily flowers that bloom
every spring, white and yellow sprouts
from the soil with bright green stems
that stand tall.
I am from the movie nights with laughter,
bright blues that are stubborn.
From my mother with her big, blonde curls
and my father with his stubborn, nice smile.
I am from the “I love you’s” exchanged after
every hug, and the lilypad nickname being
tossed around every family reunion.
From the compliments of my big curls
people wanted to steal and husky blues
being seen from a mile.
I am from the praises of Christianity.
Church Sundays with friends singing the
angel’s song.
I am from the white hospital room and
descendants of France.
The taste of slippery spaghetti noodles
and sweet caramelized onion soup with
hints of savory taste.
From the family fights that are one
sided but maintain healthy relations.
The sickness that was deathly filled
my Nana, yet she fought and fought like
a warrior till she won.
The clicks of cameras filled my grandma’s
house, warmth of bodies that huddled together
to create one.
The nostalgic feeling rising every
item I pass by in the home
I live in.