I am from coffee beans and tea bags
From Splenda and raspberry scones.
I am from the bustle of the city
To the pastures in the country
The long green grass tickling my bare legs.
I am from the Asian maple tree
And the purple butterfly bush.
I am from wisdom and Grey hair,
From Pinky and Fredrece.
I am from the �because I said so� friends,
And multi-interest family
From �bring in the dog�
And always try your best
I am from loose religion,
But strong in faith.
I am from the rolling hills of California,
And the barren land of the east
From the swing on the grand ole� Oak
And leaves scattered beneath.
From my grandma�s pink, pink skin
As a baby,
And my weird Uncle Harold�s hair net.
I am from my memories
Kept tight inside my heart
Never to be forgotten,
And never to be left out.
