I am from the fire place warm and bright
from the radio and the perfume smells
i am from the cozy doll house three stories in the sky
i am from pink roses the swaying purple willow trees, whose blossoms fall steadily with care,as if to say winter is near
im from christmas trees and banquets galore
from mom and the pastry chief
im from eating and late arrivals and from imaginative thinkers,well rounded with spite
im from the never say you cannt say you cans and the movie star dreamers and the tryers and doers
im from Easter Sunday
im from southern accents and four leaf clovers
magic bars and candy yams
from the crazy misunderstanding with guns in their hands
im related to pictures of the past on the walls,filled with dust from the time that has pasted ,the traces of my past, allow me to look back at the dirt hidden treasures of my long forgotten past!
THIS WAS A HOMEWORK ASSINMENT WE HAD 2 WRITE A POEM ABOUT R SELFS AND FAMILY!!TELL ME WAT U THINK??





